Saturday, August 20, 2011

I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
And it's not like her to drive that slow, nothing's on the radio

Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell
She usually comes right in, now I can tell

Here comes goodbye
Here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night

The first of every tear I'm gonna cry

Here comes the pain
Here comes me wishing things had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight
But here comes goodbye

I can hear her say "I love you" like it was yesterday
And I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way

One day I thought I'd see her with her daddy by her side
And violins would play Here Comes The Bride

Why's it have to go from good to gone?
Before the lights turn on
Yeah, and you're left alone

But here comes goodbye Oh

HERE COMES GOODBYE by RASCAL FLATTS

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