It’s a funny path to tread
Trod with boots of lead
We never really said
Goodbye
Now we are just not talking
Lifting the telephone but choking
Dark nights alone chain smoking
Goodbye
Fearful for and of the future
Careless with the lucre
Time turns sour not sucre
Goodbye
My words through my mind are sieving
This tightrope line, it’s a tightrope life I’m living
Hope is here, oddly so so often it is forgiving
Goodbye
