She had walked a groove in the vinyl floor,
Cause the path she walked went back and forth
From the gas stove to the kitchen sink
Lots of miles and meals
Lots of time to think
She could have been an actress or a singer on the stage
She could have written poetry but she never wrote a page'
She just acted like she loved a man
And she sang along with his song and dance
And her life has been sad poetry
So she's leaving him her diary,
And he can read the reasons why she's gone.
He was late again with a brand new excuse'
He knew just what he'd say, All hell broke loose,
He walked in and found her diary'
He said this will make good reading,
I'll just let her sleep
He read about an actress and a singer on the stage
Then he read a poem written on the final page,
It said I've acted like I loved a man,
I've sung along with his song and dance
And my life has been sad poetry
So I'm leaving him my diary
And he can read the reasons why I've gone,
Yes, he can read the reasons why I've gone.