I'd like to say goodbye
You can't really say good-bye to those kinds of things
You carry them with you wherever you go
Likes ducks in the snow that quack as they go
The Wind blows back discarded trash

I'd like to say goodbye
I feel that I must say goodbye to everyone
Though I love them so
I love them all
I feel that if I said goodbye to them
I could say goodbye to a me I do not like
A horrible, nasty me which I despise

I'd like to say goodbye
I feel I must say goodbye to dreams
Empty and hollow though charming maybe
I feel that I must say goodbye to things
Maybe I could just sneak out the back door and say see you later
And never come back again

You can't really say good-bye to those kinds of things
You carry them with you wherever you go
Likes ducks in the snow that quack as they go
The wind blows back discarded trash
I'd like to say goodbye