Transcribed by mark dorset

Hes gone, / hes gone. /

She wears sad jeans / torn at the waistband. /
Her pretty face / is stained with tears. /
And in her right hand / she clasps a letter; /
I know this means / that he has gone. /

And in this town / of mis-guided tourists, /
She never thought / shed fall in love. /
It was a few days / after her birthday, /
The thrill hostess / gave her first kiss. /

He said her skin / smelled just like petals, /
Said stupid things / he knew shed like. /
She said her life / was like a motorway: /
Dull, grey, and long / til he came along. /

Hes gone, / hes gone. /

I said how could / he ever leave you? /
You two were good, / you were so right. /
She said I wish / that he just left me; /
Hed be alive, / alive tonight. /

Hes gone, / hes gone. /
Hes gone, / hes gone. /
Hes gone, / hes gone.