4 acessos
I told you not to leave
Way down south
I thought it would be easier to find you
Sweet Evelyn
Left me notes
Had me choking on my breakfast
Sweet Evelyn, I told you not to leave
Way down south
I thought it would be easier to find you
Sweet Evelyn
I thought it would be easier to find you
Money made had you spending in a frenzy
Sweet Evelyn
Where you gone?
Where you been?
I told you not to leave
Mark, my Sam
Both fighting over time slots
Car stereo
Patience thin
And up ahead are rain clouds
Sweet Evelyn
Where you gone?
Where you been?
where you gone?
Where you been?
I told you not to leave
I told you not to leave
Postcards sent from places you just left when I got there
These fucking maps
Way down south
Suddenly I see you
Waiting by the bus stop, sipping lemonade
Courage to approach you's slowly fading away
Picking cats from trees, making you notice
Hoping that the bus driver's pulling up late
I told you not to leave
I told you not to leave
(Waiting by the bus stop, sipping lemonade)