She said, "It's just a woman thing," And pulled out of the drive I said not to worry I'm and understanding guy I heard that when you love someone You gotta let them go She hollered, "When I find myself You'll be the first to know." Ooo-hooo no news I've learned to do the laundry Feed the cat and clean the house I promised to be patient While she worked her problems out When she packed her bags Her destination was unclear But I sensed that her intentions Were honest and sincere Ooo-hooo no news She could telephone, tell a friend Tell a lie about where she's been Send a pigeon, send a fax Write it on a postal pack Send a signal up in smoke Tap it out in morse code I'd prefer a bad excuse To no news Her momma's been a little vauge As to her whereabouts Her sister says, "I'm certain Your romance is headed south." I don't have a single doubt That she's still in love My level of anxiety Is just a product of Ooo-hooo no news She could telephone, tell a friend Tell a lie about where she's been Send a pigeon, send a fax Write it on a postal pack Send a signal up in smoke Tap it out in morse code I'd prefer a bad excuse She missed her bus, missed her plane Surely, this can be explained Lost her car at the mall Got locked in a bathroom stall Joined a cult, joined the Klan On the road with Pearl Jam Buried with the Grateful Dead Came back as a parrot head Got derailed, got de-iced Offered as a sacrifice FBI, CIA, if they've seen her They ain't saying No news! Still no news!
Written by: SAM HOGIN, PHIL BARNHART, MARK SANDERS
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