HER WAY BACK HOME

She’s got me tangled up in phone chords

But she don’t even care to call

I’m having one-way conversations

With her pictures on the wall

I’m trying hard not to remember

And keep her swept under the rug

But I can’t seem to wash her lipstick

Off of my coffee cup

She is out there somewhere

And I am here all alone

But every day I hope and I pray

That she can’t find her way back home

She ran off with my affection

Now my heart has gone to rust

She left nothing here but ashes

And burnt cigarette butts

Her Sunday morning smile

Is a key to hell’s front gate

I thought I was in love

But now love is all I hate

She is out there somewhere

And I am here all alone

But every day I hope and I pray

That she can’t find her way back home