Lyrics:

1989
Writer(s): Max Barnes, Vern Gosdin

Every night you go to bed crying
There's nothing left to do when love is dying
So before the whole world knows how we're hurtin'
Don't you think it's time we pulled the curtains

So many times I talked you out of leavin'
And so many times you've tried to fight the feeling
I guess we've tried and failed once too often
Now the suitcase down the hallway does the talking

That just about does it, don't it?
That'll just about kill it, won't it?
Maybe we should call a truce
We could but what's the use?
That just about does it, don't it?

It's sad to think that words could come between us
And what I said, God knows, I didn't mean it
It's time we realized this time it's over
It's tearing us apart to stay together

And that just about does it, don't it?
That'll just about kill it, won't it?
Maybe we should call a truce
We could but what's the use?
That just about does it, don't it?

Maybe we should call a truce
We could but what's the use?
That just about does it, don't it?