text: Tell me action, speak louder
  But theres something about her words
  That hurt
  Closing up, its so late and
  Im the last one still waiting for ya to lock the door
  On our way home, I realize
  Theres some kind of storm brewing in his eyes
  Only veiled by a thin disguise
  Now that Ive done my time
  I need to move on and I need you to try
  Cause were out of goodbyes
  Were out of goodbyes
  Out of goodbyes
  Never asked you to change
  But sadly you dont feel the same
  About me
  I wonder, does your man still shudder
  When you touch his hand?
  Like this man
  On our way home I realize
  Theres some kind of storm brewing in his eyes
  Only veiled by a thin disguise
  Now that Ive done my time
  I need to move on and I need you to try
  Cause were out of goodbyes
  Were out of goodbyes 
  Were out of goodbyes