Every time we say goodbye
I die a little
Every time we say goodbye
I wonder why a little
Why the gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little of me
To allow you to go

When you're near there's such an air
Of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere waiting to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Every time
We say goodbye"