Let me say goodbye
To my foolish dreams
I'll wave them away
As the bus pulls out
And you grow small
In the distance
Let me take with me
The memory of your being
And the knowledge that
Deep in your eyes
Hides a wild beauty
And a good man
I won't ask for more
Than, that
I may take with me
Through my days
The feint ghost
Of your presence
Let me meet you
In the bright sun
Of a summer's day
So i won't forget
That we did say
... goodbye
April 2001