Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Countdown

I thought to myself
As our curtain was closing
The short road we walked on
Was one I had chosen
For myself
There's nothing left
To say, but this...
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...
Yes, I'm almost certain
That a tight-held tongue
Could have postponed this moment
And prolonged the fun
Between us
There's nothing left
To say, but this...
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...
Where's the thought gone
While caught in the pause
No secrets between soldiers
I knew just who you was, dear
Just an answer, please
Not a hanging rain
My skies will still be as blue
As the next man's cloudy day...
No matter you...
So this is it, man
The final truth
Between 'sucker' and 'baby'
There still seem to be no rules
To reference now
There's nothing left
To say, but this...
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...
Stretch those countdown days, honey
And reconsider your goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye...

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