She takes an early train
And she bu*tons up her coat
Goodbye - so long
That's all she wrote
In her farewell note
And it's cold at the station
It'll probably be cold where she's bound
It seems she's been poorly/poor-lie
They like to lay her troubles down
Lay down, lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down, lay down
It's five miles to her reservoir
But it's frozen this time of year
He sits there anyway
Sipping on a beer
And it was only two months ago
They used to come and just lay around
And he wonders where she is tonight
He wants to lay his troubles down
Lay down, lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down, lay down
Lay down, lay down, lay down