| Song | Rehearsals for Departure |
| Artist | Damien Jurado |
| Album | Rehearsals for Departure |
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| 作词 : Jurado | |
| I'll come down tomorrow morning | |
| And meet you at our new location | |
| In front of City Bookstore | |
| Across the street from the railway station | |
| She tells me how her night was spent | |
| Nursing coffee and cigarettes | |
| You waited til your husband left | |
| To pack your things and off you went | |
| He wouldn't notice that you'd left | |
| Til morning when the drink wore off | |
| He stayed out all night with his friends | |
| Never to return again | |
| In front of City Bookstore | |
| Across the street from the railway station | |
| You show up with your suitcase | |
| Ten dollars and a sad expression | |
| She tells me that it's all over now | |
| She's done her time and now she's out | |
| From the prison that she calls a house | |
| Where she stayed put while he went out | |
| She left him a note taped to the door | |
| Saying, "Babe I won't be back no more | |
| I can't find reasons for me to stay | |
| Married to you and your cheating ways." | |
| Walked her out to the train | |
| Couldn't hide my pain | |
| Or these tears that flow | |
| From my eyes like rain | |
| That September morning, 1959 |
| zuo ci : Jurado | |
| I' ll come down tomorrow morning | |
| And meet you at our new location | |
| In front of City Bookstore | |
| Across the street from the railway station | |
| She tells me how her night was spent | |
| Nursing coffee and cigarettes | |
| You waited til your husband left | |
| To pack your things and off you went | |
| He wouldn' t notice that you' d left | |
| Til morning when the drink wore off | |
| He stayed out all night with his friends | |
| Never to return again | |
| In front of City Bookstore | |
| Across the street from the railway station | |
| You show up with your suitcase | |
| Ten dollars and a sad expression | |
| She tells me that it' s all over now | |
| She' s done her time and now she' s out | |
| From the prison that she calls a house | |
| Where she stayed put while he went out | |
| She left him a note taped to the door | |
| Saying, " Babe I won' t be back no more | |
| I can' t find reasons for me to stay | |
| Married to you and your cheating ways." | |
| Walked her out to the train | |
| Couldn' t hide my pain | |
| Or these tears that flow | |
| From my eyes like rain | |
| That September morning, 1959 |
| zuò cí : Jurado | |
| I' ll come down tomorrow morning | |
| And meet you at our new location | |
| In front of City Bookstore | |
| Across the street from the railway station | |
| She tells me how her night was spent | |
| Nursing coffee and cigarettes | |
| You waited til your husband left | |
| To pack your things and off you went | |
| He wouldn' t notice that you' d left | |
| Til morning when the drink wore off | |
| He stayed out all night with his friends | |
| Never to return again | |
| In front of City Bookstore | |
| Across the street from the railway station | |
| You show up with your suitcase | |
| Ten dollars and a sad expression | |
| She tells me that it' s all over now | |
| She' s done her time and now she' s out | |
| From the prison that she calls a house | |
| Where she stayed put while he went out | |
| She left him a note taped to the door | |
| Saying, " Babe I won' t be back no more | |
| I can' t find reasons for me to stay | |
| Married to you and your cheating ways." | |
| Walked her out to the train | |
| Couldn' t hide my pain | |
| Or these tears that flow | |
| From my eyes like rain | |
| That September morning, 1959 |