The front door slams and you are gone Straight out of my life to Aberdeen Or Glasgow, or wherever you are going I don't listen to you call as you pack your suitcase in the hall Stuffing it full of CDs and DVDs that are probably all mine Take me home I bumped into your best friend outside a club on a Saturday night Where we were forced to stand, victims of the smoking ban I tried to ask her how you were, She said you'd moved back into your parents' house But she was far too drunk, and pretty incoherent I thought I saw you in the town, In fact I could have sworn that it was you But then the girl turned round, and I met an unfamiliar face I must have called you fifty times Tonight, I should never have had that final pint Drowing my sorrows on the Cowgate all alone Take me home I can't get there on my own I keep listening to your favourite songs and nothing else Trying to imagine you were here, just like it's always been I keep finding myself in the same old Bars, stumbling around with the same old friends Everything stays the same, apart from you Where are you now, and who are you with? I called your parents house but your Mother just hung up on me when she heard my voice Everything you left around the house, Once meant nothing, Now seems so significant, and I can't help feeling alone Take me home Come back to Edinburgh.