One More Song Before Goodbye

The room is almost empty,

The glasses have been cleared,

The band is packing slowly,

And somehow you’re still here.

You look across the table,

I know that look so well,

It’s funny how a goodbye Can take so long to tell.

So play one more song before goodbye,

Let the piano take its time,

I’ll hold your hand beneath the table While the last notes fill

the night. Play one more song before goodbye,

We don’t have to say a word,

Sometimes the things we cannot tell each other

Are the things that should be heard.

The trumpet starts a melody We’ve heard a hundred times,

But somehow tonight it sounds Like it was written for our lives.

You smile and I smile back,

Neither one of us pretends,

Some stories don’t need fixing— They just need a proper end.

And maybe somewhere years from now,

We’ll hear this melody,

And wonder where the time went And who we used to be.

So play one more song before goodbye,

Let the whole room disappear,

I’ll remember how you looked tonight,

And how you held me near.

Play one more song before goodbye,

Then I’ll let you walk away,

Some loves aren’t meant to last forever—

They’re meant to make us stay.

(One more

song...)

(...then goodbye.)