What could be sadder than goodbye
When bitter tears tear at the tongue
While languid lovers longing lie,

Train whistle wails through blackened sky
And hearts leak festered fears they’ve sprung
What could be sadder than goodbye,

As time forsakes them years rush by
They find themselves no longer young
Still, languid lovers longing lie,

And take no pause to question why
Their final aria has been sung—
Could this be sadder than goodbye?

As mourning dove coo-calls its cry
Upon their sill its claws have clung
To watch the lovers longing lie…

Once more the lonely lovers sigh
On final breath, feigned passion hung
There is nothing sadder than goodbye,
When languid lovers longing, lie