In the first thirty seconds She told him she was leaving She picked up a one way suitcase He stood there disbelieving Then a minute passed And she turned and walked Left him without the means to talk She was history
In the moment the first hour passed His foot down on the throttle His right hand left the steering wheel For a half empty bottle The whiskey stings on the first sip Then it flows like water through the lips She is history
You can break apart Same as any man She can shake your faith Like only a woman can But the hurt, the ache, Won't stop till there's Nothing left to take from you
In the fifth hour, in the twilight There was a crush of steel and gravel His car, it hung up in mid-air Then it came down like a gavel And he swore he saw an angle in the light Then the wipers woke him Left to right She is history
There's healing time, killing time Time will take its time And its only crime Is what you let it steal from you. Time, time, time