Transcribed by Mark Dorset

He's gone/he's gone./

She wears sad jeans/torn at the waistband./

Her pretty face/is stained with tears./

And in her right hand/she clasps a letter/

I know this means/that he has gone./

And in this town/of mis-guided tourists/

She never thought/she'd fall in love./

It was a few days/after her birthday/

The thrill hostess/gave her first kiss./

He said her skin/smelled just like petals/

Said stupid things/he knew she'd like./

She said her life/was like a motorway/

Dull grey and long/''til he came along./

He's gone/he's gone./

I said "How could/he ever leave you/

You two were good/you were so right."/

She said "I wish/that he just left me/

He'd be alive/alive tonight."/

He's gone/he's gone./

He's gone/he's gone./

He's gone/he's gone.