He's gone, he's gone
She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband
Her pretty face is stained with tears
And in her right hand she clasps a letter;
I know this means that he has gone
And in this town of mis-guided tourists,
she never thought she'd fall in love
It was a few days after her birthday,
The thrill hostess gave her first kiss

He said her skin smelled just like petals,
said stupid things he knew she'd like
She said her life was like a motorway:
Dull, grey, and long 'til he came along
He's gone, he's gone
I said ";How could he ever leave you?
You two were good, you were so right";
She said ";I wish that he just left me;
He'd be alive, alive tonight";
He's gone, he's gone
He's gone, he's gone
He's gone, he's gone