Gone

You pack my bags I feel already gone.....

I've had to watch your silent face moving

around the house,

It's been several days, you can really

shut me out.

I draw up my thoughts to find a way to say

Something mending us, you shrug and then

you turn away.

You pack my bags I feel already gone....

It's like you pushed me with your hand and I

was pointing forward.

I could've been blindfolded and I'd know

where the door was.

I had to step aside, I had to be perfect.

I had to hold your hand, anticipate and second

guess.

And would you wipe it out with that much

distaste,

Take it from your heart, the hands, the lips,

the mouth, the taste.

It is more than hurt I can't communicate.

What you leave me with, the ache, the ache,

the ache.

You pack my bags I feel already gone.

Like the countries that seem to shuffle

into war,

The way it's lining up baby, we've been

here before.

We never took the time for no diplomacy.

How am I supposed to know what you're

not telling me?

When I'm standing here with my rugged choir,

You can't hurt me now I'm holding all the wires.

Calling down to you with a grateful sigh,

Thank you baby, you have sent me high.

You pack my bags I feel already gone....

Already gone, already gone.

Yeah, I'm gone.

You pack my bags and now I'm gone.

Now I'm gone...