Geez, he said, the bands don't seem to play round here no more
And Saturday night just ain't the same
Wish everything was back the way it used to be before
Now I sit here and push my long hair back behind my ears
The face I used to hide behind, is now becoming ghostly with the years
Goodbye, tiger
Chasing those dolce vita times
Somehow you seem to have left me far behind
But you can hear me whisper on the nightline
"Goodbye Tiger"
I keep shifting round, I wear the dust of many foreign streets
Drifting and shifting with the wind
Now this same wind is howling like a cyclone here inside
And I see I've got nothing left to hide
Nobody's gonna take the stage tonight
But I'll sit here anyway, and sigh
Goodbye, tiger
Chasing those dolce vita times
Somehow you seem to have left me far behind
But you can hear me whisper on the nightline
"Goodbye Tiger"