Goodbye, goodbye,
Eastern Standard Time
It could be roses in my pockets
or be roses on my stone.
The waves on the shore
take all of my being,
gray and habitual,
resolved and serene.
And I’m at your door
half-smiling
All of a man half-waiting for
the bell to ring.
While all of those waves unwavering
I’m wavering
Goodbye, goodbye,
Eastern Standard Time
it could be roses in my pockets
or be roses on my stone
Goodbye, goodbye
In the dark, dark hour of night
I’ll be the only one alone
It can’t be ignored
though it can be screened.
Oh singing out these melodies
with all I mean.
So surround and adore me,
arouse and implore me.
The waves will roll, the wave will crash
and what left will there be?
Oh, what left will there be?
Goodbye, goodbye,
Eastern Standard Time
it could be roses in my pockets
or be roses on my stone
Goodbye, goodbye
In this dark, dark hour of night
I’ll be the only one alone.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The waves on the shore
take all of my being.
Goodbye, goodbye.

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