It's All Goodbye

[couchgrouch]

trad corn...It's All GoodbyeBack when we were young and, first falling in lovethe silent treatment was, always unheard ofbut that's because actions, speak boldest of alland the night she left me, still echoes down the hallsometimes it's a murmurin midnight's gentle rainor the lonesome bird that I once heardpecking my windowpanesometimes it's a whisperin the wind's haunted sighthey know what's been done and all speak as oneand it's all goodbyewhen the new sun rises, with its golden raysI should draw the curtains, and be greeted by the daybut there's just one message, carried by the dawntime will keep on going, when tomorrow is gonesometimes it's a murmurin morning's gentle rainor the lonesome bird that I once heardpecking my windowpanesometimes it's a whisperin the wind's haunted sighthey know what's been done and all speak as oneand it's all goodbyeI still see her leavin', wipin' her cheeks with her hairsayin' it'd been too long, since I'd really lived therecos packs of motel matches, in my old work jeansearrings in my pick-up, had told her one thingwith the lonely murmurin midnight's gentle rainand the mournful bird that she once heardpecking our windowpaneI hear those same whispersin the wind's haunted sighthey know what's been done and all speak as oneand it's all goodbye(c)2006 Robert George