The Wrong Goodbye

<br>The time on the clock on the wall in the bedroom<br>Tells him it`s time to leave<br>Last glass of wine drowns the changes<br>She wipes her eyes on her sleeve<br>She`s not crying she tries to persuade him<br>No-one really believes<br>No-one really believes<br><br>He holds the gun hard to her forehead<br>He`s given her his best shot<br>She cleaned the barrel while they made love<br>It was the bullets that he forgot<br>One day when he stopped lying next to her<br>That was when the lying stopped<br>That was when the lying stopped<br><br> And it`s the long goodbye<br> It`s the long goodbye <br> It`s the long goodbye <br> But it`s the wrong goodbye<br><br>The telephone rings for an alarm clock<br>Wakes her out of her latest nightmare<br>The light bulb goes as she gets turned on<br>Where the hell did she leave the spare<br>Make up in a mirror that`s been cracked six years<br>One more left til she falls down the stairs<br>Falls down the stairs<br><br> It`s the long goodbye<br> It`s the long goodbye <br> It`s the long goodbye <br> But it`s the wrong goodbye<br><br>He`s sitting on a windowsill looking out<br>Even the laundromat is shut<br>He`d write her a poem but he doesn`t know how <br>He smokes the day down to the butt<br>One day they`ll meet again in a rainstorm<br>But it`s gonna take a lot of guts<br>It`s gonna take a lot of guts<br><br> It`s the long goodbye<br> It`s the long goodbye <br> It`s the long goodbye <br> It`s the wrong goodbye