Better Off on Her Own
My girl came home to me just the other day acting okay.
I was reading alone in my favourite room, the TV was on.
May I be excused
for not telling the truth?
'Cause she's gone - she said
she's better off on her own.
She turned her head.
Much better off on her own.
My girl knocked on the door to the place I usually refer to as home.
I died, shoelaces untied - she looked in my eyes small and surprised.
And God closed every gate.
The moon fell into the lake.
Boy, she's gone, adrift.
She's better off on her own.
She closed, then she left.
Much better off on her own.
Sitting naked by the window sill,
watching cars upon the hill.
Am I sleeping? I was dreaming.
For just a moment time stood still.
Better off on her own.
Better off on her own.
Now she's gone, she said
she's better off on her own.
She turned her head.
Much better off on her own.
She's gone, she sighed.
She's better off on her own.
The tears I cry.
Much better off on her own.
My girl came home to me just the other day.
