It’s over

(Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan-Waits)



You must have brought the bad weather with you

The sky's the colour of lead

All you've left me is a feather

On an unmade bed



It's always me whenever there's trouble

The world does nothing but turn

And the ring it fell off my finger

I guess I'll never learn



But it's over, it's over, it's over

I'm getting dressed in the dark

Our story ends before it begins

I always confess to everyone's sins

The nail gets hammered down

And it's over, let it go



So don't go and make a big deal out of nothing

Well it's just a storm on a dime

And I've always found there's nothing

That money can't buy

I've already gone to the place I'm going

There's no place left to fall

And there's something to be said

For saying nothing at all



And it's over, it's over, it's over

It's done forgotten and through

No one cares what it's all for

You'll be buried in the clothes

That you've never wore

So keep your suitcase by the door

It's over, let it go



No one cares what it's all for

You'll be buried in the clothes

That you never wore

So keep your suitcase by the door

It's over, let it go

You gotta let it go

Let it go, let it go