(Pat Bunch&Doug Johnson)
I got a "Dear John" letter in the mail just the other day
I opened it up and there wasn't much left to say
A bus ticket, plane ticket, train ticket
There's about a hundred ways to leave
It ain't her goodbye, it's her gone that's killin' me
'Cause I'm here to tell you
If I learned one thing about love
It ain't the fall that gets you
It's the sudden stop that does
Well I wasn't gonna take this broken heart laying down
So I jumped up, cranked up and headed for the lights of town
In a bright red drop dead tight dress she said, "Honey come on in"
And head over high heels, here I go again