Forgive me, Al Stewart:

...
Dana's gone like a darkening of the sky
A change in the weather
Dana's gone like a moment out of time
Maybe forever
Lines of coffee cups on parade
Soldiers for keeping the night away
Soon, too soon, you'll be moving out
There's nothing here to hold you now
Dana's gone.

Dana left Lucky
On a hot summer night
She would not go for him and so
He shot her down at sight
Dana gone, one more round, Dana gone!