Saint Etienne - Like A Motorway

He's gone He's gone She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband Her pretty face is stained with tears And in her right hand, she clasps a letter I know this means that he has gone And in this town of misguided tourists She never thought she'd fall in love It was a few days after her birthday The thrill hostess gave her first kiss He said her skin smelled just like petals Said stupid things he knew she'd like She said her life was like a motorway Dull, gray and long 'til he came along He's gone He's gone I said, "How could he ever leave you? You two were good, you were so right" She said, "I wish that he just left me He'd be alive, alive tonight" He's gone He's gone He's gone