There's a bottle on the table, an ashtray beside In my book the ink is running, from the tears I've cried I'm so far away Looking out on some lonely town And I can't forget the day I let that good woman down In my bed there's a woman, who I don't love true But she keeps me of thinking, of the one I do I've got a picture of her smiling But I'm nowhere to be found And I can't forget the day I let that good woman down I remember the way she called out my name And how something so sweet could cause so much pain I can still hear the way her tears sound I let that good woman down