Watching Him Walk Away
Blues ballad with a Southern soul feel: a slow 12/8 sway, church-style organ, piano, guitars, a warm horn section, bass and drums, with a raw, powerful female voice. Aching and heartbroken, sung in English, about the pain of watching the man she loves walk away with another woman.
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Lyrics
The screen door slapped a cold goodbye.I watched his taillights stain the rain.He didn’t look back to see me cry,Or feel the weight of all this pain.She was waiting in the shotgun seat,Checking her hair in the visor glass.While I’m left standing in the heat,Watching my whole life slowly pass.He’s gone for good this time.Left me hanging on a Sunday line.He’s gone for good this time.Taking every little piece of mine.I see her hand rest on his knee.That used to be the place for me.He’s gone for good this time.Yeah, he’s gone for good.I spent ten years building up these walls,Just to watch them crumble in the mud.Now the silence in the hallway calls,Like a fever running through my blood.She looks so young, she looks so sweet,Like a flower that ain’t seen the storm.But she’s just a thief on a one-way street,Keeping my rightful place so warm.He’s gone for good this time.Left me hanging on a Sunday line.He’s gone for good this time.Taking every little piece of mine.I see her hand rest on his knee.That used to be the place for me.He’s gone for good this time.Yeah, he’s gone for good.Lord, give me strength to turn away.Don’t let me beg him not to go.There ain’t a word left I can say,To a man who’s put on such a show.The dust is settling on the drive,And I’m just trying to stay alive.He’s gone for good this time.Left me hanging on a Sunday line.He’s gone for good this time.Taking every little piece of mine.I see her hand rest on his knee.That used to be the place for me.He’s gone for good this time.Yeah, he’s gone for good.Walking away.With her, not me.Just a memory.Gone for good.
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