Put down the coffee cup and throw the guitar up And I play for a while, well I guess I haven't played for a while. Still have a letter to send you and a broken heart to mend I was played and... now I guess I'll just keep waiting it out. Cause once you're gone then you're really gone! And it burns in a worst kind of away So I'll just write a song And hope you'll hear it someday! But what I do with all your stuff? You know I guess it don't mean much And I'm wasting my time, Figuring what's yours and what's mine! And of all the things you left My heart's the one I'd wish you'd catch You know everything's fine, Then again not everything's fine! Cause once you're gone then you're really gone! And it burns in a worst kind of away So I'll just write a song And hope you'll hear it someday! Cause once you're gone then you're really gone And it burns in a worst kind of away So I'll just sing a song And hope you'll hear it someday, someday, someday!