She'll leave tomorrow
And he will follow
All her things tucked into travel bags
The motion doesn't suit her
The going gets inside her head

When she finally gets her head around
And on straight
You know
It could be any day now
There are so many things she wants to know
And so unsure of all that she might find out

She's gone by Monday
Back again on Sunday
All exchanges happen by the phone
Hoping he won't mind it
Or tire of how she comes and goes

When she finally gets her head around
And on straight
You know
It could be any day now
There are so many things she wants to know
And so unsure of all that she might find out