She's Gone

She's Gone

SHE'S GONE
Jack Ingram

I should have seen it coming
Death upon my bed
She never even gave me time to turn around
She's like a freight train screaming
Goodbye to the lost and found
She's gone and I don't think she's coming back

She's like a gray horse running
From a shot fired into the air
A painter painting nothing but yellow squares
I'm sitting lost and useless
And I'm pulling out all my hair
She's gone and I don't think she's coming back

I know I could have told her any day
That I loved her and I wanted her to stay
I could have made it easy
By what I chose not to say
She's gone and I don't think she's coming back

I know I could have told her any day
That I loved her and I wanted her to stay
I could have made it easy
By what I chose not to say
She's gone and I don't think she's coming back

She's gone and I don't think she's coming back