Laura Veirs
Oh. No.
Hey little one
What do you think you’ve done?
Good ones are going
Best one is gone

Why don’t you take it
Where they give it?
What makes you think you would
When you didn’t?

Oh. No, no, no, no
Oh. No, no, no, no
Oh. No

I meant to come home to you
I meant to stay
I never said what I meant
Now I make my living take me away
Now I make my living take me away
Oh. No

Oh, oh. No, no, no, no
Oh, oh. No, no, no, no
Oh, oh. No, no, no, no
Oh, oh