The weight on my finger The faint slip of silver The feeling you’re never far gone Did it feel authentic? Did you feel you meant it when you said our loving was wrong? I wrote you a letter, I said I was better I said I would never know why You left like a bandit It’s not like we planned it But I’ll leave the light on for a while And I’ll leave the linen the way they’ve been slept in The sheets on the bed in a pile And I’ll wear your ring on the right hand for a while And I’ll wear your ring on the right hand for a while Did I breathe too deep in when I held you sleeping? Did you dream you’re leaving for long? I’ll hang up tomorrow And beg, steal and borrow I’m breathing, you’re leaving and you’re gone I put on my denim and put on a gingham In cla**ic American style And I’ll wear your ring on the right hand for a while And I’ll wear your ring on the right hand for a while I’m dressed for the morning And just for a moment I’ve almost forgotten you’re gone Then I remember I have ’til September Summer, the daylight’s so long I’ll put on a kettle of whistling metal And spill just a little on the tile And I’ll wear your ring on the right hand for a while And I’ll wear your ring on the right hand for a while