She was a young girl with a fair heart,
he could tell it was Heaven, by the way she moved
but he aint nothing but a spare part

the boy ain't broken, but boy's been bruised

and ain't it funny when you're young you live forever

but forever ain't never enough time
and ain't it just like that old, lonely feeling
as the train disapears down the line

time after time, i ask myself why that it's always
sad to say goodbye


now i know a man who lives in Texas
makes his living working on cars
he was young and he was restless

did his fishing in out of town bars

but on the weekend, he's the one they look at

all the women know him by name
but it don't matter cause when the moon meets the morning
the feeling is always the same

time after time, i ask myself why that it's always
sad to say goodbye


somewhere a mother is drinking
somewhere a father has lost his good son
somewhere a sister is thinking

thinking about what her brother has done

and nobody's perfect, yet they both blame each other

and neither can hold back the tears
ain't it a shame, to see your boy dressed in numbers?
in numbers for 99 years

time after time, i ask myself why that it's always
sad to say goodbye