Intro: Let's get married this Friday afternoon With only the judge and me and you In this tiny hospital room Just five years ago I was In service to the lord up above One look at her and I was done I don't regret the path I've come Chorus 1: Just let me cast absentee 'Cause I won't be here next week___ Yea, sure, I'm going to South Chicago___ That for me, is easier to swallow, than this Chorus 2: I'm going now I'm saying bye No one knows What happens when Love leaves your eyes Instrumental: