Well it's five in the morning and the light's already broken 
And the rainy streets are empty for nobody else has woken 
Yet you turn towards the window as he sleeps beneath the covers 
And you wonder what he's dreaming in his slumbers 

There's a clock upon the table and it's burning up the hour 
And you feel your life is shrinking like the petals of a flower 
As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him 
And you choose the cotton dress you bought last summer 

There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door 
But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more 
There's the promise of the future in the creaking of the floor 
And you're torn if you should leave him with a number 

And in your imagination you're a thousand miles away 
Because too many of his promises got broken on the way 
So you write it in a letter all the things you couldn't say 
And you tell him that you're [bad word] home 

She [bad word] for the railway station praying that her calculation's right 
And there's a train just waiting there to get her to the city before night 
place to sleep a place to stay will get her through another day 
She'll take a job she'll find a friend she'll make a life that's better 

The passengers ignore her just a girl with an umbrella 
And there's nothing they can do for her, there's nothing they can tell her 
There's nothing they could ever say would change the way she feels today 
She'd live the life she'd always dreamed if he had only let her 

Now in her imagination she's a million miles away 
When too many of his promises got broken on the way 
So she wrote it in a letter all the things she couldn't say 
And she told him she was [bad word] home 
She told him she was [bad word] home 

I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head 
I call her name there's no reply it's not like her to let me lie 
It's time for work it's time to go but something's different I don't know 
I need a cup of coffee I'll feel better 

I stumble to the bathroom door, her make up bag is on the floor 
It really is a mess this place it takes some time to shave my face 
I'm not really thinking straight she never lets me sleep this late 
I'm almost done and then I see the letter 

In his imagination she's a universe away 
Too many of his promises got broken on the way 
So she wrote it in a letter all things she couldn't say 
And she told him she was [bad word] home, 
She told him she was [bad word] home, 
She told him she was [bad word] home 

I'm gonna live my life 
And she told him she was [bad word] home 
I'm gonna live my life in my own way