You wanna see what over looks like?

Ya ain't gotta go far, just a few blocks down

You wanna see a picture of goodbye?

Chairs on the table, smoke hanging round

The ceiling from the night before

Light coming through the crack in the door.

Nothing says gone like a parking lot with only one car in it

Nothing says gone like an empty glass or sitting on the bar

In the middle of the day in a blue light haze, all alone

Nothing says gone like high noon neon.

She could be an airplane blur

Wind in her hair, blowing through another town

Or staring out over a wing, tears on her face

Head in the clouds

It doesn't really matter now.

Nothing says gone like a parking lot with only one car in it

Nothing says gone like an empty glass or sitting on the bar

In the middle of the day in a blue light haze, all alone

Nothing says gone like high noon neon.

And nothing says gone like 12 o'clock on the rocks

And nothing says over like a parking lot with only one car in it

Nothing says gone like an empty glass or sitting on the bar

In the middle of the day in a blue light haze, all alone

Nothing says gone like high noon neon

Nothing says gone like high noon neon.