Lyrics:

The sheets and I in disarray
In evidence before the light of day
A robe is strewn across the floor
The wind blows in through the open door
and I'm gone

The sky is clear
The road is wide
There's not a single sign of life
A suitcase filled with memorabilia
And one last shot in a magazine
and I'm gone

And how could it be so wrong
When it was so right?