Sigh, never have these words been more true than a few hours ago:
There’s a long goodbye
And it happens everyday
When some passerby
Invites your eye
To come her way.
Even as she smiles
A quick hello
You’ve let her go
You’ve let the moment fly
Too late you’d turn your head
You’d know you’ve said
The long goodbye.
Can you recognize the pain
On some other street
Two people meet
As in a dream
Running for a plane
Through the rain.
If the heart is quicker than the eye
They could be lovers
Unil they die.
It’s too late to try
When a missed hello
Becomes the long goodbye
