She said, "It's just a woman thing", and pulled out of the drive
I said, "Not to worry, I'm an understanding guy"
I'd heard that when you love someone you gotta let em go
She hollered, "When I find myself you'll be the first to know"
I learned to do the laundry feed the cat and clean the house
I promised I'd be patient while she worked her problems out
When she packed her bags her destination wasn't clear
But I sensed that her intentions were honest and sincere
She could telephone, tell a friend,
Tell a lie bout where she's been
Send a pigeon, send a fax
Write it on a post-it pad
Send a signal up in smoke
Tap it out in Morse code
I'd prefer a bad excuse
To no news
Her mama's been a little vague as to her whereabouts
Her sister says, "I'm certain your romance is headed south"
I don't have a single doubt that she's still in love
My level of anxiety is just a product of
She could telephone, tell a friend
Tell a lie bout where she'