I'm Gone - Lloyd Cole

The sheets and I in disarray

In evidence before the light of day

A robe is strewn across the floor

The wind blows in through the open door

And I’m gone

The sky is clear

The road is wide

There’s not a single sign of life

A suitcase filled with memorabilia

And one last shot in a magazine

And I’m gone

And how could it be so wrong

When it was so right?