Tomorow She's Going

Tomorrow she's going And I wonder where the time has really gone The record doesn't seem to stop Even though she's moving on Each night I ride the empty roads To an empty country dawn Thinking 'bout her letters And a picture on my dresser An old guitar, a memory and a song But she's gone Tomorrow she's going And I wonder if the world will be the same Or if the wind that's blowing Will bring the same sweet smell of rain Alone I ride the empty night Down an empty country lane Thinking 'bout her letters And a picture on my dresser An old guitar, a memory and a song But she's gone