When she's sleeping on the sofa, When she's laying in her Sunday best, When she's turning over Friday, I could swear I'm sleeping less and less... And the ocean's getting warmer, And California's on her mind, Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright, But I won't... No I won't... Cause she's already out the door, She's already out of here She's already gone away... already gone away... When I'm coming over Sunday And I think about you all the time, I wonder what you're doin I wonder why you never cry, When Boston's always raining, And we never ever seemed alive, I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well But I won't... No I won't... Cause she's already out the door, She's already out of here She's already gone away... already gone away...