My girl came home to me just the other day, acting OK I was reading alone in my favourite room, the TV was on may I be excused for not telling the truth 'cos she's gone, she said she's better off on her own
She turned her head much better off on her own my girl knocked on the door to the place I usually refer to as home I died, shoelace untied she looked in my eyes, small and surprised and God closed every gaze the moon fell into the lake Boy, she's gone, a drift she's better off on her own
She closed, then she left much better off on her own
Sitting naked by the windowsill watching cars upon the hill am I sleeping? I was dreaming for just a moment time stood still better off on her own better off on her own now she's gone, she said she's better of on her own she turned her head much better off on her own she's gone, she sighed she's better of on her own the tears I cried much better off on her own my girl came home to me just the other day