The Wrong Goodbye

The time on the clock on the wall in the bedroom

Tells him it's time to leave

Last glass of wine drowns the changes

She wipes her eyes on her sleeve

She's not crying she tries to persuade him

No-one really believes

No-one really believes

He holds the gun hard to her forehead

He's given her his best shot

She cleaned the barrel while they made love

It was the bullets that he forgot

One day when he stopped lying next to her

That was when the lying stopped

That was when the lying stopped

And it's the long goodbye

It's the long goodbye

It's the long goodbye

But it's the wrong goodbye

The telephone rings for an alarm clock

Wakes her out of her latest nightmare

The light bulb goes as she gets turned on

Where the hell did she leave the spare

Make up in a mirror that's been cracked six years

One more left til she falls down the stairs

Falls down the stairs

It's the long goodbye

It's the long goodbye

It's the long goodbye

But it's the wrong goodbye

He's sitting on a windowsill looking out

Even the laundromat is shut

He'd write her a poem but he doesn't know how

He smokes the day down to the butt

One day they'll meet again in a rainstorm

But it's gonna take a lot of guts

It's gonna take a lot of guts

It's the long goodbye

It's the long goodbye

It's the long goodbye

It's the wrong goodbye