shelby lynne
better
Lost her raising On a whim Going home Symphony Plays the same old song Amplifiers Ringing in her head Time for bed Go to bed  It's better that you're gone It's better that you're gone  Mystery keeps the lady In the gloom Freedom keeps her crazy As a loon She's starving but She don't need to dine Anyplace Anytime  It's better that you're gone It's better that you're gone  In the evening Sun is sleeping Fading youth Desolation Secret avenue She's God-forsaken Although night-time finds The quiet fight In the night  It's better that you're gone It's better that you're gone  It's better that you're gone It's better that you're gone