My girl came home to me
just the other day, acting OK
I was reading alone
in my favourite room, the TV was on
May I be excused
for not telling the truth

'Cos she's gone, she said
she's better off on her own
She turned her head
much better off on her own

My girl knocked on the door
to the place I usually refer to as home
I died, shoelace untied
she looked in my eyes, small and surprised
And God closed every gaze
the moon fell into the lake

Boy, she's gone, a drift
She's better off on her own
She closed, then she left
much better off on her own

Sitting naked by the windowsill
watching cars upon the hill
Am I sleeping?
I was dreaming
For just a moment time stood still, hey
Better off on her own
Better off on her own

Now she's gone, *better of on her own* she said
*she's better of on her own* she's better of on her own
She turned *better of on her own* her head
*she's better of on her own* much better off on her own

She's gone, *better of on her own* she sighed
*she's better of on her own* she's better of on her own
The tears *better of on her own* I cried
*she's better of on her own* much better off on her own

My girl came home to me just the other day