(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