Never Coming Home

Never Coming Home - Sting

Well it's five in the morning

And the light's already broken

And the rainy streets are empty

For nobody else has woken

Yet you turn towards the window

As he sleeps beneath the covers

And you wonder what he's dreaming

In his slumbers

There's a clock upon the table a

Nd it's burning up the hour

And you feel your life is shrinking

Like the petals of a flower

As you creep towards the closet

You're so careful not to wake him

And you choose the cotton dress

You bought last summer

There's a time of indecision

Between the bedroom and the door

But the part of you that knows t

Hat you can't take it any more

There's the promise of the future

In the creaking of the floor

And you're torn if you should

Leave him with a number

And in your imagination

You're a thousand miles away

Too many of his promises

Got broken on the way

So you write it in a letter

All the things you couldn't say

And you tell him that you're never coming home

She starts running for the railway station

Praying that her calculation's right

And there's a train just waiting

There to get her to the citty before night

A place to sleep a place to stay

Will get her through another day

She'll take a job she'll find a friend

She'll make a life that's better

The passengers ignore her just a girl with an umbrella

And there's nothing they can do

For her there's nothing they can tell her

There's nothing they could ever say

Would change the way she feels today

She'd live the life she'd always

Dreamed if he had only let her

Now in her imagination she's a million miles away

When too many of his promises

Got broken on the way

So she wrote it in a letter

All the things she couldn't say

And she told him she was never coming home

She told him she was never coming home

I wake up in an empty bed a road

Drill hammers in my head

I call her name there's no reply

It's not like her to let me lie

It's time for work it's time to go

But something's different I don't know

I need a cup of coffee I'll feel better

I stumble to the bathroom door

Her make up bag is on the floor

It really is a mess this place

It takes some time to shave my face

I'm not really thinking straight

She never lets me sleep this late

I'm almost done and then I see her letter

In his imagination she's a universe away

Too many of his promises got broken on the way

So she wrote it in a letter

All the things she couldn't say

She told him she was never coming home

She told him she was never coming home

And she told him she was never coming home