Sing me a song and I’ll wave you goodbye,

Pretend you’re not breaking my heart.

Wish me well and I’ll cry when alone,

I loved you too much from the start.

Your weeping guitar is deep in my soul,

Pluck me those strings once again,

Fill the air with your touching lyrics

In your bittersweet voice of pain.

Sing of your commitment to music,

Or your love of the stage so primary,

I’ll dream of those nights we made love,

Trapped in the cage of my memory.

Render me please one last sweet song,

I’ll capture in my heart every tone.

I wish you everlasting success

As I walk home on my own.