SHE'S GONE Jack Ingram I should have seen it coming Death upon my bed She never even gave me time to turn around She's like a freight train screaming Goodbye to the lost and found She's gone and I don't think she's coming back She's like a gray horse running From a shot fired into the air A painter painting nothing but yellow squares I'm sitting lost and useless And I'm pulling out all my hair She's gone and I don't think she's coming back I know I could have told her any day That I loved her and I wanted her to stay I could have made it easy By what I chose not to say She's gone and I don't think she's coming back I know I could have told her any day That I loved her and I wanted her to stay I could have made it easy By what I chose not to say She's gone and I don't think she's coming back She's gone and I don't think she's coming back