I stand on the tallest building and stare down at the grey runway and the tail-smoke of the Boeing jet that's taking you so far away
Believe me, I don't want you to leave me; look in my eyes and you'll see them filled with pain Imagine just how sad I'll be in some future day when I turn and no longer see your face All I can now cry is goodbye, love, goodbye
In a week, in a month, in a year, in a lifetime how I'll feel none can tell All I know is now you're going there's really no-one here to help
Believe me
Already it's too late, you're through the boarding-gate and walking on the tarmac Already you are free, already you've left me and cannot bear to look back, can you?
A brief taxi on the runway, then up into the stilling night sky; and I'm standing on the observation tower, my eyes too dimmed by distance to cry