When we look into each other´s eyes Our hearts aren´t beating wildly as they beat before And when we hold each other in our arms
We can´t receive the same vibrations anymore And when we hear each other speak our names We don´t hear the ringing and the singing of a million bells Perhaps our hearing´s failing us perhaps we´re hearing other things but who can tell
It could be said that way it could be said that way But I´d much rather say it´s time for me to go What´s the point in making leaving any harder than a leaving really ought to be
And this road on which I travel paved with broken glass and gravel Has just room for me I hope there´s room for me I suspect that I´ll be lonely but I know that if I´m lonely I´ll deserve to be
And I plan to think about you just as often as I will and that´s my plans for me
It could be said that way it could be said that way But I´d much rather say it´s time for me to go What´s the use in making rhymes I´d much rather say it´s time for me to go