By David Allan Coe

SHE'S TAKEN TO WALKING ALONE IN THE EVENING

SHE'S TAKEN TO SLEEPING ALL NIGHT IN HIS CHAIR

TOGETHER THEY BOTH HAD A REASON FOR LIVING

BACK WHEN THE FELLING OF LOVING WAS THERE

THEN SHE TOOK TO DREAMING WHEN HE WASN'T LOOKING

AND HE TOOK TO LOOKING FOR MOMENTS ALONE

TOGETHER THEY DRIFTED APART FROM EACH OTHER

TOGETHER THEY BOTH KNEW THE FELLING WAS GONE



GONE LIKE THE SPARROW SOUTH FOR THE WINTER

GONE LIKE THE RIVER OUT TO THE SEA

GONE LIKE THE LEAVES FROM THE TREES WHEN it's SNOWING

GONE LIKE THE LOVE THAT THEY ONCE GAVE SO FREE



TILL HE TOOK TO STARRING AT HIS LONESOME SHADOW

AND SHE TOOK TO HUMMING THE WORDS TO SOME SONG

THEY BOTH FELT IT SLIPPING THAT FEELING OF GIVING

LEAVING THE FEELING OF BEING ALONE

EACH OF THEM REACH OUT FOR THE OTHER

TOGETHER THEY GO THOUGH THE MOTIONS ALONE

TRYING TO PRETEND THAT NOTHING ELSE MATTERS

MAKING BELIEVE THAT THEIR LOVE ISN'T GONE