Tell me "action", speak louderBut there's somethin about her wordsThat hurtClosing up, it's so late andI'm the last one still waitin for you to lock the doorOn our way home I realizeThere's some kind of storm brewing in his eyesOnly veiled by a thin disguiseNow that I've done my timeI need to move on and I need you to tryCause we're out of goodbyesWe're out of goodbyesOut of goodbyesNever asked you to changeBut sadly you don't feel the sameAbout meI wonder does your man still shudderWhen you touch his handLike this manOn our way home I realizeThere's some kind of storm brewing in his eyesOnly veiled by a thin disguiseNow that I've done my timeI need to move on and I need you to tryCause we're out of goodbyesWe're out of goodbyes, we're out of goodbyes...