The Way She Leaves

Verse 1 She don’t cry in parking lots, Don’t throw her ring or take cheap shots. She folds her jeans, packs real slow, Leaves the coffee cup by the window. Chorus It’s the way she leaves— Like a whisper through the screen. No fights, no flames, just fading light, And boots too quiet for goodbye. You won’t see it ’til she’s gone, But she’s been leaving all along. That’s the way she leaves. Verse 2 She’ll leave your shirt on the back porch rail, One last note in the mail. No last word, no warning sign, Just a silence you’ll feel in time. Chorus (repeat) It’s the way she leaves— Like a page that slips the breeze. No slam, no storm, no second guess, Just perfume on an empty dress. You won’t know what she believed, But you’ll remember how she grieved. That’s the way she leaves. Outro No locked door, no car in drive— Just a love too tired to survive. That’s the way… she leaves.