I got a catalog in the mail
Still addressed to you
They didn't know that you'd moved on
Picked up packed up and withdrew
Nothing there in that catalog
Nothing I want to buy
No coupon no sale no volume discount
Just a cheaply scented goodbye
The mailman's the last to know
All our friends saw the signs
They know you've left me here bereft
Alone with stale headlines
Alone with stale headlines
I sent your mail on ahead
Addressed to your new place
But it looks like you've moved on
Turned around messed up a fast about face
Saw the mailman just the other day
And I'll go out on a limb
Maybe he wasn't the last after all
Your kid sure looks like him