There's a bottle on the table, an ashtray beside
In my book the ink is running, from the tears I've cried
I'm so far away
looking out on some lonely town
And I can't forget the day
I let that good woman down
In my bed there's a woman, who I don't love true
But she keeps me of thinking, of the one I do
I've got a picture of her smiling
But I'm nowhere to be found
And I can't forget the day
I let that good woman down
I remember the way she called out my name
And how something so sweet could cause so much pain
I can still hear the way her tears sound
I let that good woman down