Why is it so easy to write, Now that you’re gone? The physical connection, Goes on, and on, and on You always said my songs Were so simple, so is this one? I’m skipping words, I’m skipping phrases, Now that you’re gone
And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, for good
Why is it so easy, to be angry with you? I know it’s my fault I know it’s my fault I know it’s my fault too
And why does it hurt ever more When I hear your voice It’s not like we had It’s not like we had It’s not like we had a choice
And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, And how ‘bout cha go away, for good