There is something I have to say Cause I'm leaving some time today And I can't tell when I'll be back It's easy to imagine me here The phone keeps a voice so near But that kind of exchange hides the fact That I'm going so very far And today I know who you are But tomorrow this space will make us other so Can we find communion again In the bedroom or just as friends? Is there difference between in lives like ours? I feel deserving of love Can it be something I dispose of Or put away in a box under the bed? Will it rot there and spoil my days Or recharge them in other ways? Will it lift me to heights when I am dead? But if I cannot live for you But for other, still, eyes I do How then will you absorb this word "Goodbye".