Everytime we say goodbye
i die a little
Everytime 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,
begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer
but how strange the change 
from major to minor
everytime we say goodbye