TIM MCGRAW - Can't Be Really Gone
Her hat is hanging by the door
The one she bought in Mexico
It blocked the wind
It stopped the rain
She'd never leave that one
So, she can't be really gone
The shoes she bought on Christmas Eve
She laughed and said they called her name
It's like they're waiting in the hall
For her to slip them on
So, she can't be really gone
I don't know when she'll come back
She must intend to come back
I've seen the error of my ways