I'll miss the warm kisses,
That she gave when I was cold,
And fairytales of sin exchanged,
Alongside the road,
I guess I can't blame her,
For leaving me this way,
For all I've got are promises,
Made on summer days,
Early in the morning,
She'll be gone,
Off to find a man who'll give her,
Money and a home,
Yes, I'll just be on my way,
And sing my same old song,
For another who will listen,
And a shoulder to lean on,
Time is all I need right now,
I'll convince myself,
That if she'd stayed,
I would have played,
For someone else,
Early in the morning,
She'll be gone,
Off to find a man who'll give her,
Money and a home