Left Chicago headed south On a 9:30 plane We touched down in Atlanta As it started to rain Grabbed my bags Hailed a cab And as we splashed down the road I held your picture Wiped my forehead And I reread your note And I know that I'm never going to find Anything better than you I want you To know that it's killing me That you're somewhere else not with me Now I'm lying on a bed In a cheap motel Watching TV until morning and I'm trying to tell you What went wrong Why you're gone I'm wishing I could go home Try to find you Talk you out of this I don't want to be left all alone And I know that I'm never going to find Anything better than you I want you To know that it's killing me That you're somewhere else not with me Now I'm walking through your bedroom Touching things that remain Bare walls, white Wood, floor dusty And it smells of new paint or Rebirth or Something different Unlike before Then I walked right through the doorway And I relocked the door And I know that I'm never going to find Anything better than you I want you To know that it's killing me That you're somewhere else not with me