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California

 1994

I watch you pack your bags, throw them in your car

I knew it wouldn’t be too long, you wouldn’t get too far

‘til I was down on my knees asking the good Lord why

 

You had to go away, leave my soul here to die

In a world without you here, it’s all I can do to try

And though life here goes on, Im still miles away inside

 

My heart’s in California

It went there the night you drove away

My heart’s in California

And I’ll never break away, never break these chains

The chains that bind my heart to you

 

What do you do when the one you love is gone

How do you fill up that empty space

And show the world that even life goes on

When a trail of hope is hard to trace

 

Last night in a bar, an old flame came up to me

He said “I’d like to take you home”, and I could use the company

And though I’m here with him tonight, with you is where I want to lay

 

My heart’s in California

It went there the night you drove away

My heart’s in California

And I’ll never be the same, no I’ll never break these chains

The chains that bind my heart to you

     We woke up on weekday morning. He packed his bags. He got in his car. He said goodbye and drove away. I went to work and had a sad, but fairly normal day. I knew this was coming. When I got home that evening and saw his empty water glass on the counter my grieving began. Another wave of grief hit me when I went back into the bathroom that night and noticed he had left the seat up. Yes, you are supposed to laugh at that fact. I do. I didn't at the time, but I sure as heck do now!

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