EVERYTIME WE SAY GOODBYE

Porter Cole

Miscellaneous

Every time we say goodbye, I die a little.

Every time 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 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,

Every time we say goodbye, every single time we say goodbye.