He greets the day with strong conviction
feet on the floor, he ignores his afflictions
and spoons out the coffee and boils the water
makes a call to his only daughter
says, “Okay, I guess. The weekend will do,
drive safe, we’ll see you Sunday ’round noon.”

His thoughts drift back to the start
to the love of his life and the light of his heart
and he doesn’t remember to say, Goodbye

It’s Tuesday at ten, there’s Jim’s heavy knock
they shovel the snow, put sand on the walk
and there’s soup in a pot and dry toast on a plate,
they play cards and checkers, and laugh at their fate
by 3 o’clock, they both know the score
shaking hands he walks his friend to the door

His thoughts drift back to the start
to the love of his life, the light of his heart
and he doesn’t remember to say, Goodbye

they watched the world from top of their hill
day after day and each was a thrill
he’d hold her close as time stood still

the evening news is hardly it’s hardly new
he naps on the couch after left over stew
she made the best suppers he longs for those days
her memory’s strong as the sun starts to fade

His thoughts drift back to the start
to the love of his life, the light of his heart
and he’s not ready to say,
as his thoughts drift back to the start
to the love of his life, the light of his heart
no, he’s not ready to say, Goodbye
puts it off for just one more day
he’s not ready to say, Goodbye
Goodbye