Everytime We Say Goodbye

Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why, a little
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know
Think so little of me, they’d allow you to go.

When you’re near there’s such an air of Spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it.
There’s no love song finer
But how strange the change from major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye.