[instrumental intro] You blew into town with a smile and a promise, Had me believing every word was true, We talked about forever, Like there was nothing we couldn't do [verse one] The neighbours quit asking where you've been They've figured out what I already know That some people leave before the leaving Long before they actually go I spent weeks replaying every warning Every crack I tried to paint gold But a heart can only carry somebody So far down a dead-end road [chorus] You blew in like a storm, left me undone I’m picking up the pieces, one by one We had a future, or so I was told You walked out and left me cold You came like wildfire, then let it burn low A half-finished story nobody gets to hold I’m closing the book, turning the page on you I’m finding my way without you [bridge] Now the phone sits facedown on the table your jacket's still hooked by the door, with the gas-station receipt in the pocket I'm learning how to clear the room without you shaking it anymore You left a mess in the small hours but I can hear myself again and I won't keep a seat reserved for somebody who won't come in [chorus] You blew in like a storm, left me undone I’m picking up the pieces, one by one We had a future, or so I was told You walked out and left me cold You came like wildfire, then let it burn low A half-finished story nobody gets to hold I’m closing the book, turning the page on you I’m finding my way without you [verse two] Now the evenings don't feel quite as heavy And your memory doesn't run this house I don't jump when the front gate rattles I don't wait for your keys no more I've planted flowers where the weeds were growing Put fresh paint on what you wore thin Funny how a little peace arrives When you stop letting trouble in [chorus] You blew in like a storm, left me undone I’m picking up the pieces, one by one We had a future, or so I was told You walked out and left me cold You came like wildfire, then let it burn low A half-finished story nobody gets to hold I’m closing the book, turning the page on you I’m finding my way without you [outro] I let the hurt sit till it quit talking Let it chew on your smoke and die Now the porch is quiet, the air is clear And I hear my boots on the floorboards again You made a mess, but you don't get the last word I don't flinch at that empty space One hard goodbye became my hardest line And I walk out with the whole damn place
