oh my friends, how I miss your smiles
in evenings when moods grow low.
and my conscience is pointing at the door
who knows when it's time to go ?

and oh my love, what have we become a silly excuse for ?
love - or whatever remains of it...
time to go

time to go to places I always wanted to go
but not with you,
not with you

and in the end, what else does remain but
saying 'Goodbye, God bless and
whatever you do, do it well' and who knows,
someday, it's time to say hello, again