That old clock chimes.
Begin your diatribe.
A life full of flashbacks.
Has the effect of candlelight.
And like in the movies.
Music does play.
I'm walking along, alone, and I hear the theme tune play.
The hardest part is walking away.
Turning your back on what was, what was safe.
Don't you ever say goodbye.
Don't you ever.
Don't you ever say goodbye.
(Naa, naa, naa.)
When the easiest part is starting again.
Trying to avoid more of the same.
And what was blamed.
Soon becomes nonsense.
And what you were really thinking.
Was I was a mess.
I drive and drive.
Round and round my life.
That old clock rings time.
And the music plays again.
Don't you ever say goodbye.
Don't you ever.
Don't you ever say goodbye.
(Naa, naa, naa.)
Feels like Autumn.
Don't you ever say goodbye.
No, no, no.