[ Featuring the Bad Examples ]
Two thousand miles across cities and deserts
You followed that girl until you ran out of gas
You needed money so you called me from Frisco and I
Wired you the last two hundred dollars that I had
Let her go ... Let her go...
Sometimes a woman is a kind of religion she can
Save your soul and set you free from all your sins
Sometimes a woman is a heroin addiction and
You are a junkie, you are my best friend
Let her go ... Let her go....
Two years ago in Greenwich Village we both met her
It was whamma-blamma rock and roll, never mind the mess
But two years down the line the signal's got distorted
Now the dog has left the laboratory clinging to her dress
Clinging to her dress, clinging to her dress
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
Let her go
