Great mistakes are made when love gets lonely 

far from home.  Beds are empty, nights are long, and 

you miss him bad when you're on your own.  That's 

how I let my fate begin, threw back the sheets, let 

someone in, and thought that love would understand,

but nothing ever goes as planned and now my baby

don't love me any more, and I'm all done talking.

My baby just walked up to the door and kept right

on walking.



Now I would walk the earth and back again just 

to change his mind, but I'm so compromised I cannot

say he's being unkind.  Take me back to fields and 

woods, when we first met and love was good.  It's

that that really breaks his heart -- a memory of how

you start, and now my baby don't love me any more

and I'm all done hoping.  My baby just walked out of

the door and theh door's still open.



Love has made mistakes before, it picks

itself up off the floor.  For most of us that's how

we live, but my love never could forive and now

my baby don't love me any more and I'm all done

talking.  My baby just walked up to the door and

kept right on walking.