It's five in the morning, her whole life on the back seat
Mist turns to rain and the wipers glide with her heartbeat
Driving through the streets where she played as a child
So she turns on the radio and her mind drifts for a while
And the radio plays another break up song
Another little reminder of where it all went wrong
And the radio plays another break up song
Another little reminder of where it all went wrong
She's leaving
He wakes at seven to a vacant bed
He looks in the mirror to please his empty head
He finds her note and he realises she's gone
Just like the girl in that old Beatles song
And the radio plays another break up song
Another little reminder of where it all went wrong
And the radio plays another break up song
Another little reminder of where it all went wrong
She's going
He dials her number to make that frantic call
A hundred feelings in his head he's never felt before
It's a call that he'd never thought he'd make
It would be the last call that she would ever take
He panics to find the right words to say
The bend in the road would make it her last ever day
And the radio plays another break up song
Another little reminder of where it all went wrong
And the radio plays another break up song
Another little reminder of where it all went wrong
She's gone