When she's sleeping on the sofa
When she's laying in her Sunday best
When she's turning over Friday
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less
When the ocean's getting warmer
And California's on her mind
Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright

And I won't...
No I won't...
No I won't...

Cause she's already at the door
She's already out of here
She's already gone away . . . already gone away

Well I'm coming on a Sunday
And I think about you all the time
I wonder what you're doin'
I wonder why you never cry
When Boston's always raining
And we never ever seem alive
I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well...

And I won't... (don't think back, don't come back)
No I won't... (don't come back, don't think back)
No I won't... (don't come back, don't go back)
Cause I'm already out the door
I'm already out of here
I'm already gone away . . . already gone away

Well I'm already out the door
She's already out of here
I've already gone away
Already gone away

(Don't come back, don't come back)
(Don't come back, don't come back)