She don't write and she don't call
Calling writing sitting for ain't her style at all
Fields were green now they're brown
Left the city for the town
I'm due for a heartache
Made of mystic
And I'm thinking
That I'm due
Due for you
He don't talk
In return
Comes up meek but actually she slowly burns
I'm due for a heartache
I'm due 
Made of mystic
And thinking
That I'm due
Due for you
I'm due for a heartache
I'm due 
Made of mystic
And thinking
That I'm due
Due for you