Everytime we say goodbye I die a little

Everytime we say goodbye

I wonder why a little

Why the gods above me who must be in the know

Think so little of me they allow you to go

And when you're near

There's such an air of spring about it

I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it

There's no love song finer

But how strange the change from major to minor

Everytime we say goodbye

I be so sad every single time

I will say goodbye