There's a place where these broken souls go
We couldn't figure it out, so you left me here alone
And on the radio, a twenty-one year old
Sings a song, he didn't write, about his own true love

What can I say if you won't let me?
What can I say, it's no surprise
An Irish Goodbye on old St Valentine's Day


I hope it's not the last time that you leave me here behind
Our writing's like a tangled stanza that could ever find its rhyme
No lovesick Romeo, no tragedy, no story told
We numb our sensibilities until our wandering hearts go cold

And on this holiday, I watch you walk away
The February wind is snapping on the lonesome bay
And oh, St Valentine, they'll use your holy shrine
They sell the songs they wrote, so they shove 'em down our throats

What can I say if you won't let me?
What can I say, it's no surprise
An Irish Goodbye on old St Valentine's Day


I was waiting for the busses, but the busses never showed
So instead, I started walking down that godforsaken road
I found and empty seat under a broke neon sign
And the bar was full of lonely ghosts without no valentines
I drank until I slurred and swore l'd never love again
And I don't blame you, not one bit, for waking when you did
And now I'm standing here in the freezing rain and you're already home
And I only showed up to this place so I wouldn't die alone
An Irish Goodbye, yeah, on old St Valentine's Day
An Irish Goodbye, yeah-yeah, on old St Valentine's Day

What can I say if you won't let me?
You walked out the door again
What can I say, it's no surprise
An Irish Goodbye on old St Valentine's Day