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And you throw your goodbyes in-to the air
to be carried away by the breeze
your waves and your kisses all over the wind
the dreams that you scheme have a way of coming true
especially if it’s only to confuse you
all fare-wells and shaking hands
you’re drifting onto shifting sands
declaring goodbye to every last step and half step
and every step in-between
Buildings grow old and mountains don’t move
and in the future, we’ll say:
“Ah, and we were so YOUNG!!”
and then turn our minds to the road ahead
only to face more + more of what you said:
“Oh, yes, those days, Endless…..”
and phase after phase
we’ll find our way to hideaway
and in silence, this time, that goodbye
hey, maybe a smile for old time’s sakes
so long until I see you down the line
I’m no genius,
but I know when I’m right.