Upon My Departure

Armored Saint

Composición de: Joey Vera/John Bush
When the final bell is rung 
And the game's declared over 
We speak the words goodbye 
And I know it's forever 
An empty pit inside my chest 
Was more than a small clue 
No you'll never see me again 
Something I gotta get used to 
But you left much behind 
Some peace and vital signs 
Food for a busy mind 
And souvenirs to hold tight 

Just a passenger on your jetliner 
Crashing to the ground 
But the impact doesn't make a sound 

Well a lesson to be learned 
From your departure 
Funny thing but when you went away 
I lost part of my cure 
And now I'm searching hard 
Underneath every card 
Hoping with best regards 
You'll bail me out of this dream state 

Oh but what I feel 
Unfortunately is real 
Feeling the sting of pain 
Not a damn thing can erase the stain
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