[Won't Be] Coming Home - Robert Cray

As her car pulls out the driveway

And she don’t wave goodbye

Her last words echo in my mind

Listen honey, i gotta get away

I’m standing here watching her tail lights

As if they’re some kind of sign

Fading into a memory

I just got tired of trying

So long, i hate to see you go

So i save my tears for later on down the road

How come i keep i holding on

Knowing you won’t be coming home

Two days later i get a letter

A picture of a room in some hotel

Sitting framed up on the table,

A picture i know so well

You’ve painted yourself in to a corner

Now you’re trying to paint something new

And your lipstick on the letter

Is a goodbye kiss from you

So long, i hate to see you go

So i save my tears for later on down the road

How come i keep i holding on

Knowing you won’t be coming home

I still set the table

Still set it for you and me

It’s become a habit

My own personal make believe

So long, i hate to see you go

So i save my tears for later on down the road

How come i keeW i holding on

Knowing you won’t be coming home