Texty: John Hiatt. Gone.

Gone like my last paycheck, gone, gone away
Gone like the car I wrecked, gone, gone away
Gone like a fifth of gin, gone, gone away
Gone like the shape I'm in, gone, gone away
My baby's gone away

Gone like a Nixon file, gone, gone away
Gone like my Landlord's smile, gone, gone away
Gone like the furniture, gone, gone away
Gone like the rest of her, gone, gone away
My baby's gone away

Gone like the silhouette, there by the bed where she undressed
Gone like the candlelight where we made love, so sweet and bright
Gone like the one last turn she took before Atlanta burned
Gone like everything I learned, gone, gone away

Gone like my last paycheck, gone, gone away
Gone like the car I wrecked, gone, gone away
Gone like a fifth of gin, gone, gone away
Gone like the shape I'm in, gone, gone away
My baby's gone away