You're Not Coming Home

I met you pretty random, more random than the rest

You understand the bad news of lovers at their best

You leave me understated, you leave me after all

I guess for 15 hours, then the phone rang in the hall

You’re not coming home

You’re not coming home

Every generation, every little part

Saves up all their photos, and then they fall apart

You hold on for a minute, you hold on for a day

And then one afternoon, you let me go away

You’re not coming home

You’re not coming home