YOU'RE GONE

She's got her hand on her hip
she's tapping her toe
She's got a tone in her voice
she's gonna let you know that you're wrong
She's got that look in her eye
that can shut a man down
she's been doin your work
while you've been running around and you're gone

You let a fine woman slip away
took her for granted now she's making you pay
You're gone

Rang her up at 7:05
just to let her know that you're still alive
but when you dragged in at 1 a.m.
bags on the porch, Oh God it's happened again

You always thought she'd be satisfied
with the kids and the house
and the car that she drives, you're wrong
She always wanted something more
a place in your heart with a locking door
and you're gone

Michael Frazier © January 14, 1994

Michael Frazier, Songwriter - Acoustic Guitar, Vocal

Tim Lamberson - Drums, Tambourine, Vocals

Thom Warren - Lead Guitar

Tom Parsons - Keyboards

Brian Vaughan - Bass