Lyrics:

There's a bottle on the table, an ashtray beside
In my book the ink is running, from the tears I've cried
I'm so far away
Looking out on some lonely town

And I can't forget the day
I let that good woman down

In my bed there's a woman, who I don't love true
But she keeps me of thinking, of the one I do
I've got a picture of her smiling
But I'm nowhere to be found

And I can't forget the day
I let that good woman down

I remember the way she called out my name
And how something so sweet could cause so much pain
I can still hear the way her tears sound

I let that good woman down