Great mistakes are made when love gets lonely
far from home. Beds are empty, nights are long, and
you miss him bad when you're on your own. That's
how I let my fate begin, threw back the sheets, let
someone in, and thought that love would understand,
but nothing ever goes as planned and now my baby
don't love me any more, and I'm all done talking.
My baby just walked up to the door and kept right
on walking.

Now I would walk the earth and back again just
to change his mind, but I'm so compromised I cannot
say he's being unkind. Take me back to fields and
woods, when we first met and love was good. It's
that that really breaks his heart -- a memory of how
you start, and now my baby don't love me any more
and I'm all done hoping. My baby just walked out of
the door and theh door's still open.

Love has made mistakes before, it picks
itself up off the floor. For most of us that's how
we live, but my love never could forive and now
my baby don't love me any more and I'm all done
talking. My baby just walked up to the door and
kept right on walking.