I loved her, she loved me   What did it matter?   Too headstrong to last long   Destined to shatter   And all of my words just fall on deaf ears   So there's not much left but for me to dry these tears      I'll be on the road home.      I knew we're through when she said "You   Just look like a memory"   How could you say? You're always halfway   Across the room from me   So I'll pack my bags with clothes that smell of you   And I won't question all the love we knew      I'll be on the road home.