• You left on Tuesday morning, Thirtieth of May,
    Its been 6 long months, ever since the day you up and went away.
    And ev'ry night my tears sing a bittersweet lullaby,
    Got no peace, been worried sick ever since you said goodbye.

    Since you left, at home I decay, and try to calm my blues,
    Since you left, the days stay grey, and I guess I abuse your Booze,
    And I can't help but to sing those lonesome old time songs,
    But, babe, nothing's right ever since you have left and gone.

    Saw you take the early train, from Kentucky, sights on Maine,
    Promising letters, and in November to return to me again.
    March's past, and April won't last, soon it will be May,
    And a year ago you've left me, comes closer ev'ry day.

    When your writings come they brighten up my boring Friday nights,
    When Your writings come, they simply make my gloomy week all right.
    Is the ring on my fourth finger, just another change of mind?
    You've been away so long, I wonder if your easy tastes refined?

    Ev'ry time those eighteen wheelers, blow their way right by me,
    I think of you, your lesson, and what I've simply put behind me.
    In several years, since you left, you eventually stopped your writing,
    And in those years, I've given up, lost all hope of reuniting.

    Since you left, at home I decay, and try to calm my blues,
    Since you left, the days stay grey and I guess I abuse your booze.
    And I can't help but to sing those lonesome old time songs,
    Heartbreak Hotel gave me a home, but now I've up and gone.