’cause you can’t hear her
She’s lost a lot of love
And she’s lost her voice
I know that’s why she had to go away
She’s lost the joy of loving
When you leave it all behind
Well I can tell when you’re gone
She can hardly see you
She can’t speak
It’s only for the best
Her breathing when you come home
Doesn’t seem to matter to me
There’s never any doubt about me
I keep all the answers
I’m counting the leftovers
For the last time you’ll be eating for me
I’m coming home to California
And as you can see there’s no car
No man could live on a breadline
If we just packed our bags’n’rolls.
Pretty Personified 