Say Goodbye

He rode the late night busses,
Watching drunks and the forgotten,
Looking for a feeling he had lost along the way,
He wouldn't tell you if you asked, 
Just when it was the future left him,
Or the reason nor the meaning,
Just the cost he had to pay. 

The overcoat he's wearing,
Has seen one too many seasons,
Of a life built around secrets,
And of disclosures owed,
Of how heavy are their burdens,
Now his confessor has been taken,
And the significance of company,
Becomes clearer when alone. 

His voice calls like muted trumpets,
In some New York basement jazz club,
Rallying the broken and the scarred,
With a sermon of rebirth,
His words tumble like confetti,
Through a gutter,
Past an old church,
Carrying discarded shards of hearts,
To save their worth. 

And disguise the pain he holds close,
As though diamonds made of razors,
Are severing the present from yearning memories thorns,
While he scatters benedictions,
And becomes the weary pilgrim,
Cursed, forever traveling,
With his back turned towards the dawn. 

He'd been left behind to watch,
The sunrise that she missed,
Remembering their last kiss,
Turned his mind,

So let go now,
Let go and turn around, 
And face the sunrise,
Let go and turn around,
And say goodbye,
say goodbye,
say goodbye,
say goodbye,
say goodbye,
say goodbye,
And face the sunrise,
Face the sunrise,
Turn around and say goodbye.