I can feel your goodbye comin' Like a storm up from the south The rain'll splatter at the back door The wind'll whistle 'round the house So it's you and Howie Johnston Somebody told me at the store I guess I'd better get used To the idea of you Not around anymore
[Chorus] And so, I'm doin' my best to prepare for the worst And I'd better get use to the hunger and thirst I gotta find me a potion To take for the pain And all you've got to lose Is my last name
I know he's cute and he's got money I ain't no handsome fancy Dan In a way it's sad and kinda funny You'll be ok and I'll be damned So I best be gettin' ready For the bitter nights alone Sleepin' on the couch Wake up starting out Livin' life on my own
