Music: Isaac Slade/Joe King
Lyrics: Joe King/Isaac Slade
Don't talk' don't say a thing
'Cause your eyes' they tell me more than your words
Don't go' don't leave me now
'Cause they say the best way out is through
And I am short on words
Knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
I know you're leaving now
'Cause I held on to my way tightly
Stay still until you know
Tomorrow finds the best way out is through
And I am short on words
Knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
And I am short on words
Knowing what's occurred
She begins to leave because of me
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour
Her bag is now much heavier
I wish that I could carry her
But this is our ungodly hour