(Michael Weston King)

So this is goodbye week
I cant bring myself to speak
I just don’t know what to do
Now you’re not around
The lights they no longer shine
In the bars that were yours and mine
I just don’t know what to do
This goodbye week through

Somehow I found you, at the station
That old suitcase in your hand
Like smoke leaves a chimney stack
You went away without looking back
Now you cant face those rooftops again

So this is goodbye week
I can’t bring myself to speak
I just don’t know what to do
Now you’re not around
The lights they no longer shine
In the bars that were yours and mine
I just don’t know what to do
This goodbye week through

This goodbye week is going to break me
Why did you forsake me
And took your longings when you ran

In these days of my misfortune
There’s no light that makes this dark room
Shine when you’re not here
Make it shine when your not here

Like smoke leaves a chimney stack
You went away without looking back
Now I cant face those rooftops again

So this is goodbye week
I cant bring myself to speak
I just don’t know what to do
Now you’re not around
The lights they no longer shine
In the bars that were yours and mine
I just don’t know what to do
This goodbye week through