We sit and watch umbrellas fly I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry I hear myself say, "My boat's leaving now" ...so we shake hands and cry Now I must wave goodbye Wave goodbye Wave goodbye Wave goodbye Wave goodbye Wave goodbye
You know I don't want to cry again I don't want to cry again Don't want to say goodbye I don't want to cry again I don't want to run away Don't want to race this pain I'll never see your face again
Oh but how How can you say That I didn't try... You see things in the depths of my eyes That may love's run dry No...
We leave to their goodbyes I've come to depend on the look in their eyes My blood's sweet for pain The wind and the rain bring back words of a song And they say: wave goodbye Wave goodbye Wave goodbye Wave goodbye Wave goodbye Wave goodbye
But you know I don't want to fall again Don't want to look this pain Don't want another friend Don't want to try again Don't want to see you hurt Don't let me see you hurt I don't want to cry again I'll never see your face again
How can you say That I didn't try You know I did You see things in the depths of my eyes That my love's run dry
...So I read to myself: A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons On the front page A black and white picture Of Manhattan Skyline
Scoundrel Days
Was that somebody screaming... It wasn't me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy pillows Put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought And head for the door
Outside on the pavement The dark makes no noise I can feel the sweat on my lips Leaking into my mouth I'm heading out for the steep hills They're leaving me no choice
And see...as our lives are in the making We believe through the lies and the hating That love goes free
For want of an option I run the wind 'round I dream pictures of houses burning Never knowing nothing else to do With death comes the morning Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for To pull a little weight... They forgive anything but greatness These are scoundrel days And I'm close to calling out their names As pride hits my face See...as our lives are in the making We believe through their lies and the hating That love goes free through scoundrel days
I reach the edge of town I've got blood in my hair Their hands touch my body From everywhere But I know that I've made it As I run into the air
And see...as our lives are in the making We believe through the lies and the hating That love goes free Through scoundrel days