She said, 'It's just a woman thing', and pulled out of the drive
I said, 'Not to worry, I'm an 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'
Oo, no news

I 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
Oo, no news

She could telephone
Tell a friend and tell a lie about where she's been
Send a pigeon, send a fax, write it on a Post-It pad
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 vague 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
Oo, no news

She could telephone
Tell a friend and tell a lie about where she's been
Send a pigeon, send a fax, write it on a Post-It pad
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
Playing guitar with the band, 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 sacrafice
FBI, CIA, if they've seen her they ain't saying
'No news! Still no news!'