Lyrics:

Her hat is hanging by the doorThe one she bought in MexicoIt blocked the wind-it stopped the rainShe''d never leave that oneSo, she can''t be really goneThe shoes she bought on Christmas EveShe laughed and said they called her nameIt''s like they''re waiting in the hallFor her to slip them onSo, she can''t be really goneI don''t know when she''ll come backShe must intend to come backAnd I''ve seen the error of my waysDon''t waste the tears on meWhat more proof do you needJust look around the roomSo much of her remainsHer book is lying on the bedThe two of hearts to mark her pageNow, who could ever walk awayAt chapter twenty-oneSo, she can''t be really goneJust look around the roomSo much of her remainsHer book is lying on the bedThe two of hearts to mark her pageNow, who could ever walk awayWith so much left undoneSo, she can''t be really goneNo, she can''t be really gone