Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
Damien Jurado
In the window by a phone
She waits for him at home
She waits a long time
In the vacant parking lot
Watching couples with their kids
Where did we go wrong
Words were spoken words were lost
Rings were given vows forgot
Where did we go wrong
Monday comes you find a note
I've left town this time for good
What did I do wrong
Vacant bedrooms pictures fade
Moments when the times were good
When did it all go bad