I drew up a list of things I wanted to do;
Made a purposeful emission, I won't say goodbye to you.
The crowds will flock, to your feigned shock, but I'm not joining the queue;
I've seen it all, you know the drill, I've been there too.
I drew up a list of things I wanted to say,
But I'm too polite, too shy and too sober today;
I'll leave it for now, I may not have another suitable chance,
And so I'll let the music fade on our last dance.
And something tells me you're not coming back.
To me it's blue, but your night sky is black.
So pastures new, it's time you moved on, but you know
We'll be fine when you're gone,
We'll be fine when you're gone.
I wrote a note to myself of all my hopes, dreams and fears;
I put it high upon a shelf, it's been there seventeen years,
Behind a book chronicling the seven wonders of the world,
You should take a look...
And when you go, don't think of us, the mere mortals on the ground,
But sow your kisses and sell your flowers to a more meritorious crowd
That bathe in wine and bask in light: the world's your oyster and you're the pearl,
And we're not worthy of the view of you, you, you:
The eight wonder of the world.