I told you not to leave Way down south I thought it would be easier to find you Sweet Evelyn Left me notes Had me choking on my breakfast
Sweet Evelyn, I told you not to leave
Way down south I thought it would be easier to find you Sweet Evelyn I thought it would be easier to find you Money made had you spending in a frenzy Sweet Evelyn Where you gone? Where you been? I told you not to leave
Mark, my Sam Both fighting over time slots Car stereo Patience thin And up ahead are rain clouds Sweet Evelyn Where you gone? Where you been? where you gone? Where you been?
I told you not to leave I told you not to leave Postcards sent from places you just left when I got there These fucking maps Way down south Suddenly I see you Waiting by the bus stop, sipping lemonade Courage to approach you's slowly fading away Picking cats from trees, making you notice Hoping that the bus driver's pulling up late I told you not to leave
I told you not to leave (Waiting by the bus stop, sipping lemonade)
