Gone Are The People

One woman was no better
than the other;
The end of a relationship brings me to another.
There’s a lot of lonely people around here

She leans back, pushes away her chair
“What was that?” she says,
as I go to kiss her.

I make the same mistake,
buy another drink.
She don’t love me
Why should she?

In her heart she moves further away.
Gone are the people
from the table behind me

I put my glass down,
Check for messages on the phone.
Now outside the pub
the one I’ve just come from,
in my pocket my money gone.