Every time we say goodbye
I die a little
Every time we say goodbye
I wonder why a little

Why the gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little of me
They allow you to go

When you're near
There's such an air
Of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere
Waiting to sing about it

There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Every time we say goodbye