Alba s touto skladbou:
Charleston, SC 1966,
It's my third cup of coffee,
The fifth time I said I'm sorry
The sun slowly peakin' through the glass
Says we've been up all night
We both know where this is goin'
It's been a long time comin'
Is it really over
Is this really goodbye
Maybe I should say somethin'
Maybe you'd change your mind
Maybe, maybe, buy a little more time
But I got nothin', no magic words
To stop your leavin', to end this hurt
I'm just blank, I'm starin' into space
Prayin', "Please, please let me think of somethin'"
'Cause I got nothin'
I watch you pack your things
You look down at your ring
Slowly slip it off, and then
Lay it on our bed
Maybe I should pick it up
And get down on my knees
Tell you what you wanna hear, and give you what you need
But I got nothin', no magic words
To stop your leavin', to end this hurt
I'm just blank, I'm starin' into space
Prayin', "Please, please let me think of somethin'
"'Cause I got nothin'"
Oh, you're almost at the door
And you stop and turn around
Your eyes are beggin' me,
"Please say somethin' right now"
But I got nothin', no magic words
To stop your leavin', I can't end this hurt
I'm just blank, I'm starin' into space
Prayin', "Please, please let me think of somethin'
"'Cause if you go, I got nothin'"
