An Irish Goodbye On St Valentine's Day

There's a place where these broken souls go

We couldn't figure it out, so you left me here alone

And on the radio, a twenty-one year old

Sings a song, he didn't write, about his own true love

What can I say if you won't let me?

What can I say, it's no surprise

An Irish Goodbye on old St Valentine's Day

I hope it's not the last time that you leave me here behind

Our writing's like a tangled stanza that could ever find its rhyme

No lovesick Romeo, no tragedy, no story told

We numb our sensibilities until our wandering hearts go cold

And on this holiday, I watch you walk away

The February wind is snapping on the lonesome bay

And oh, St Valentine, they'll use your holy shrine

They sell the songs they wrote, so they shove 'em down our throats

What can I say if you won't let me?

What can I say, it's no surprise

An Irish Goodbye on old St Valentine's Day

I was waiting for the busses, but the busses never showed

So instead, I started walking down that godforsaken road

I found and empty seat under a broke neon sign

And the bar was full of lonely ghosts without no valentines

I drank until I slurred and swore I'd never love again

And I don't blame you, not one bit, for waking when you did

And now I'm standing here in the freezing rain and you're already home

And I only showed up to this place so I wouldn't die alone

An Irish Goodbye, yeah, on old St Valentine's Day

An Irish Goodbye, yeah-yeah, on old St Valentine's Day

What can I say if you won't let me?

You walked out the door again

What can I say, it's no surprise

An Irish Goodbye on old St Valentine's Day