You packed your bags
You wrote the note
Keys to the car
Fur to the coat
You didn't laugh
You didn't chock
You turned your back
That's all she wrote

When did our home
Become Dear John
And what is this
That's going on
The plans we made
When we were young
We never saved
And now they're gone

Car in the drive
You turn the key
On no more you
On no more me
You release the brake
On my greatest need
As you drive on
Off down the street