She leaves the pictures hanging on the wall,
She burns all her notes, and she knows,
She’s been here too few years to feel this old
He smokes his cigarette, he stays outside ‘till it’s gone
If anybody ever had a heart, he wouldn’t be alone he knows,
She’s been here too few years, to be gone
And we always say, it would be good to go away,
Someday but if there’s nothing there to make things change
If it’s the same for you I’ll just hang
The trouble understand,
Is she got reasons he don’t
Funny how he couldn’t see at all, ‘til she grabbed up her coat and she goes,
She’s been here too few years to take it all in stride
But still it’s much too long, to let hurt go (you let her go)
And we always say, it would be good to go away,
Someday but if there’s nothing there to make things change
If it’s the same for you I’ll just hang
If it's the same for you I’ll always hang
Well I always say, it would be good to go away
But if things don’t work out like we think
And there’s nothing there to ease this ache and,
There’s nothing there to make things change
If it’s the same for you, I’ll just hang
"Hang"
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"You see through all the lies all the time anyway. ..."
"Not always," Chris looked down and said.
"I'm leaving. No one and nothing can stop me. California," Desirae looked past Chris and lied.
"Okay. Well, bye, then. Kisses and all my love," he said as he turned to walk off."
"Chris?" He turned. "Goodbye," she said, then turned to walk off too. She wasn't Desirae anymore. She left that. And a smile that melted between his ears filled Chris' face.
/flashback
Timber settled back into the warm, fluffy pillows that propped her up and took a sip of cold coffee.
"Do ... doya think, Chris, that they should know?"
"I don't think it matters much, Timb."
"I like Desa better."
"Desa."
"But if I don't tell them, you won't tell them, will you?"
"No."
"And Jason thinks they already know. So I don't want to tell them."
"So don't."
"Okay." She set her coffee in the holder, turned, and laid down. She cringed because she knew she was about to lie to him again.
"You know how I said I was going to leave? Well, I'm not." Timber got up, took her coffee and proceeded into the bunk area. She got into her bunk, gathered up the magazines and CD's strewn all over the place and crammed them into a backpack.
The bus stopped, and she got off to go into the venue for the show ... the last of her tenure as keyboard player. Of course, the tour wasn't yet over. And the record company was to find another keyboard player until the regular player was able to play again. But the bandmembers weren't to find out, oh no, for Timber didn't want them to know she was leaving. Jeff, Jason and she were to act normally until after she left. When the guys asked, the plan was to tell them it was a family emergency, and there was no time for mushy good-byes.
When the concert was over, Timber whispered a quiet "goodbye, guys," walked offstage (but not before playing one last song—Saving the Best for Last,) took her bags, and got into Jason's car.
The last view she got of the bus was that of Chris looking at the car driving off. She could read his expression. It looked as though he knew she was lying.
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"You see through all the lies all the time anyway..."
"Not always," Chris said, looking down.
/flashback
She closed her eyes, put her head back, and cringed when Jason said "He knows, doesn't he."