There's an empty jar of make-up on the nightstand by the bed
It keeps bringin' all the mem'ries of the love that we once had
Vacant closet in our bedroom where her clothes used to hang
And all the pictures that we had lyin' there in broken frames.
There's an ole pair of slippers, a forgotten brush and comb
And the goodbye note she left me signs of a woman gone
I miss the sounds of early morning and the gentle things she'd say
Suddenly the stillness finds me as I start another day.
I can't recall a sadder situation
Where everything I see is out of place
I miss her warmth and beauty as I stand here alone
And all these things are signs of a woman gone.
There's an ole pair of slippers, a forgotten brush and comb
And the goodbye note she left me signs of a woman gone
I miss the sounds of early morning and the gentle things she'd say
Suddenly the stillness finds me as I start another day...
