Bags packed
Ticket's punched
Your car is on the way
I’d say goodbye, but we've already said
Everything there is to say
I hear that screen door slamming again
And just like that you’re gone
I roll myself out of the bed
And I turn the radio on
And there’s that damned old song again
The one we used to sing
The one we danced to cheek to cheek
When you still wore my ring
In summer it turned
Fall was worse
But winter broke us good
Trudging through the ice and snow
And waking up the neighborhood
And there’s that empty kitchen chair
To remind me that you’re gone
I eat my dinner from a cardboard box
And turn the radio on
There’s that damned old song again
The one we used to sing
The one we danced to cheek to cheek
When you still wore my ring
There’s that damned old song again
The one we used to sing
The one we danced to cheek to cheek
When you still wore my ring