The worst part is yet to come,
I'll play you a song and sing you some,
I feel just as bad as you,
Because what were doing is,
Saying goodbye to a friend,
Saying goodbye to a friend.
The aftertaste of a perfect scone,
But the joy of that is way long gone,
I feel just as bad as you,
Because what were doing is,
Saying goodbye to a friend,
Saying goodbye to a friend.
Saying goodbye to a friend,
Sing to the unsteady beat,
Joyous days with no heat,
It's hard to think about what I want.
Candle wax in the dark night,
And it dries up in no sight,
Wrap around the center star,
Because what were doing is,
Saying goodbye to a friend,
Saying goodbye to a friend.
Saying goodbye to a friend,
Sing to the unsteady beat,
Joyous days with no heat,
It's hard to think about what I want.