He's gone, he's gone
She wears sad jeans, torn at the waistband
Her pretty face, is stained with tears
And in her right hand, she clasps a letter
I know this means, that he has gone
And in this town, of mis-guided tourists,
She never thought, she'd fall in love
It was a few days, after her birthday,
The thrill hostess, gave her first kiss
He said her skin, smelled just like petals,
Said stupid things, he knew she'd like
She said her life, was like a motorway
Dull, grey, and long, 'til he came along
He's gone, he's gone
I said "how could, he ever leave you?
You two were good, you were so right."
She said "I wish, that he just left me
He'd be alive, alive tonight."
He's gone, he's gone
He's gone, he's gone
He's gone, he's gone