She don’t write
and she don’t call
Calling, writing,
silly fool -
Ain’t her style at all

Fields were green
And now they’re brown
Left The City
for The Town

I’m due for a heartache
I’m due
Made a mistake in thinkin’
I’m due
Due for you

He don’t talk
In return
Comes off meek but
Actually
She slowly burns

I’m due for a heartache
I’m due for a heartache