Old Goodbyes

Early Sunday morning by the sound of the bell I can tell Oh, the day is going to be some kind of nightmare I walk you to the station with your suitcase in my hands All is well Just as long as the lights are on And no one asks you It's like you said Sometimes you pretend Sometimes you just forget As pages are turned over But some lines remain in your mind Through the test of time To carve their way into your old goodbyes, mmm Well, maybe I am guilty for the things you've left undone I don't know Oh, maybe I am the scratch on your knee not healing But when your mother gave you away You just couldn't say a word Welcome home Now the world looks new to you but it turns faster Way much faster Like you said Sometimes you pretend Sometimes you just forget As pages are turned over But some lines remain in your mind Through the test of time To carve their way into your old goodbyes La-da-da Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Like you said Sometimes you pretend Sometimes you just forget