When she's sleeping on the sofa

When she's laying in her Sunday best

When she's turning over Friday

I could swear I'm sleeping less and less

When the ocean's getting warmer

And California's on her mind

Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright

And I won't...

No I won't...

No I won't...

Cause she's already at the door

She's already out of here

She's already gone away . . . already gone away

Well I'm coming on a Sunday

And I think about you all the time

I wonder what you're doin'

I wonder why you never cry

When Boston's always raining

And we never ever seem alive

I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well...

And I won't... (don't think back, don't come back)

No I won't... (don't come back, don't think back)

No I won't... (don't come back, don't go back)

Cause I'm already out the door

I'm already out of here

I'm already gone away . . . already gone away

Well I'm already out the door

She's already out of here

I've already gone away

Already gone away

(Don't come back, don't come back)

(Don't come back, don't come back)