These people these portholes
They're taking some kind of magic trip
They're dancing they're drinking
They're laughing they're sinking
On some kind of ship
And now you're just waving goodbye
Blowing big bright kisses into the night sky
White as the stars that shine in your eyes
Baby, I'm waving goodbye
Goodbye
Sometimes I wonder
What spell we were under
What holes did we fill
Praying for mothers
For Mary, for lovers
For wings to grow out of these weights we call clothes
Now you're just waving goodbye
Blowing big bright kisses into the night sky
White as the stars that shine in your eyes
Baby, I'm waving goodbye
Goodbye
Manners and money
Dripping like honey
Dinner is served
You bet on the band
You lay down your last hand
Count yourself lucky, how could you know?
The way that your life would unfold
Duller than diamonds, worthless as gold
But baby, you'll never grow old
Baby, you'll never grow old