Lyrics [Won't Be] Coming Home - Robert Cray

[Won't Be] Coming Home

As her car pulls out the driveway
And she don’t wave goodbye
Her last words echo in my mind
Listen honey, i gotta get away
I’m standing here watching her tail lights
As if they’re some kind of sign
Fading into a memory
I just got tired of trying
So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home
Two days later i get a letter
A picture of a room in some hotel
Sitting framed up on the table,
A picture i know so well
You’ve painted yourself in to a corner
Now you’re trying to paint something new
And your lipstick on the letter
Is a goodbye kiss from you
So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keep i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home
I still set the table
Still set it for you and me
It’s become a habit
My own personal make believe
So long, i hate to see you go
So i save my tears for later on down the road
How come i keeW i holding on
Knowing you won’t be coming home