Lyrics: Peggy Frew
Music: Peggy Frew
We got as far as his friend Misty’s house
There was something wrong with the car by then
and I could tell by his hands and his mouth
that things were coming to an end
And I watched him under the kitchen light
and I thought, I’ve just gotta stop loving you
and maybe then I could take back my life
and live like normal people do
But still when I woke to an empty bed
and his bag was gone but he’d left the car
I cried until my whole face was red
and I thought: Well, he can’t have gotten far
And it was Misty who came and she held my head
she said: Kid, you’ve just gotta let this one go
She made me coffee, and she fried me an egg
and I said: Yeah, **** it, I know ...
I’m gonna fix this stupid car and I’m gonna drive south
get a job picking apples, change my number, rent a house
be the meanest damn woman in the whole whereabouts
– Misty, watch me go …
And everything I owned was in that car
I’ve never felt so all alone
but I got south, and I got strong
And I see it now, sometimes, how hard I have become
and how remote I keep my mind
but I am soft in songs