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.

	Believe me.

All I can now do is walk away alone,
	without you.
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