She's pretty well packed..
And tomorrow they will load the truck
And drive down the road, some six hundred miles away..
Leaving behind the bad memories and leaving behind the pain..
She will put down new roots and start her life again..
I hope they'll all be happy up there..
But tonight, I sit here and cry..
six hundred miles may not be so very far away..
But I'll miss them all.. and it won't ever be the same..
No more stopping by her house to see the kids,
No more will they stop in on me, unexpectantly..
She'll take with her the best things that ever happened in my life..
Those kids of hers, well they were and are my life..
But I hope that they'll be happy up there..
And I hope that they can all learn to live again..
I only wish they didn't have to go so far..
But I guess that sometimes, only time and distance can mend a broken heart..