Luggage Vs. Baggage

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.