listen to the song

She used to keep his picture in a golden frame

One day he went out, never came back home again

If there was a reason it was never clear

Time is like a thief, people disappear

So she drank all of his bourbon and a bottle of red wine

She walked down to the highway and stood on the double line

Cars went flying past her and the wind blew thru her hair

She was left out in the darkness and nobody seemed to care

And I want to say it nice, I want to be upbeat

And whistle some sweet nothing as I'm walking down the street

They say if you can't say something nice don't say nothing at all