When she looks at me what is it she sees A pile of straw A battered burlap sack Is all I'll ever be A clever forgery of a man Locked inside these tattered rags is more than what you see Will she look at me What is it I'd say if I could find a way To tell her all that's deep inside my soul Somehow thank you doesn't seem Sufficient for my queen of hearts I don't want to say hello if it's followed with goodbye Turn and look at me Just try Goodbye's always been a very mystical, magic word Everytime you say it, someone disappears But if all that's left to me is but a single word Then take my heart Goodbye When she looks at me Suddenly I'm free to love