Letras
She could hear him softly breathing
Never dreaming she was leaving
Being careful as she closed the bedroom door
Well, there ain't no turning back now
She's got her suitcase packed now
That she's unpacked so many times before
She sits down at the table
Tonight she's finally able
To write down what's been going through her head
Her taxi's out there waiting
Without any hesitating
She lays down the note and this is what it said
I'd rather take my chances on whatever lies ahead
And we both need a different point of view
If I could turn this pencil over and erase the hurt you said
You'd find me coming running back to you
But I'd rather be a memory than a fool
He wakes up all hungover
And reaches out to hold her
But finds nothing there on her side of the bed
Well, there ain't no coffee making
And his hands begin shaking
And he finds the note and this is what it read
I'd rather take my chances on whatever lies ahead
And we both need a different point of view
If I could turn this pencil over and erase the hurt you said
You'd find me coming running back to you
But I'd rather be a memory than a fool