She

grabs

her

ma-

ga-

zines

She

packs

her

things

and

she

goes

She

leaves

the

pic-

tures

han-

ging

on

the

wall

She

burns

all

her

notes

and

she

knows

She's

been

here

too

few

years

to

feel

this

old

He

smokes

his

ci-

ga-

rette

He

stays

out-

side

'til

it's

gone

If

a-

ny-

bo-

dy

e-

ver

had

a

heart

Well,

he

would-

n't

be

a-

lone

He

knows,

she's

been

here

too

few

years

to

be

gone

And

we

al-

ways

say,

it

would

be

good

to

go

a-

way,

some-

day

Yeah

but

if

the-

re's

no-

thing

there

to

make

things

change

If

it's

the

same

for

you,

I'll

just

hang

The

troub-

le,

un-

der-

stand,

is

she

got

rea-

sons

he

don't

Fun-

ny

how

he

could-

n't

see

at

all

Un-

til

she

grabbed

up

her

coat

And

she

goes,

she's

been

here

too

few

years

To

take

it

all

in

s-

tride

Ye-

ah,

still

it's

much

too

long

to

let

the

hurt

go,

to

let

her go

And

we

al-

ways

say,

it

would

be

good

to

go

a-

way,

some-

day

Ye-

ah

but

if

there's

no-

thing

there

to

make

things

change

If

it's

the

same

for

you,

I'll

just

hang

The

same

for

you,

I'll

al-

ways

hang

Well

I

al-

ways

say,

it

would

be

good

to

go

a-

way

But

if

things

don't

work

out

like

we

think

And

there's

no-

thing

here

to

ease

the

ache

But

if

there's

no-

thing

there

to

make

things

change

If

it's

the

same

for

you,

I'll

just

hang