Текст песни John Wesley Harding -  The Wrong Goodbye   
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The time on the clock on the wall in the bedroomTells him it`s time to leaveLast glass of wine drowns the changesShe wipes her eyes on her sleeveShe`s not crying she tries to persuade himNo-one really believesNo-one really believesHe holds the gun hard to her foreheadHe`s given her his best shotShe cleaned the barrel while they made loveIt was the bullets that he forgotOne day when he stopped lying next to herThat was when the lying stoppedThat was when the lying stopped    And it`s the long goodbye    It`s the long goodbye     It`s the long goodbye     But it`s the wrong goodbyeThe telephone rings for an alarm clockWakes her out of her latest nightmareThe light bulb goes as she gets turned onWhere the hell did she leave the spareMake up in a mirror that`s been cracked six yearsOne more left til she falls down the stairsFalls down the stairs    It`s the long goodbye    It`s the long goodbye     It`s the long goodbye     But it`s the wrong goodbyeHe`s sitting on a windowsill looking outEven the laundromat is shutHe`d write her a poem but he doesn`t know how He smokes the day down to the buttOne day they`ll meet again in a rainstormBut it`s gonna take a lot of gutsIt`s gonna take a lot of guts    It`s the long goodbye    It`s the long goodbye     It`s the long goodbye     It`s the wrong goodbye