She was a young girl with a fair heart, he could tell it was Heaven, by the way she moved but he aint nothing but a spare part the boy ain't broken, but boy's been bruised and ain't it funny when you're young you live forever but forever ain't never enough time and ain't it just like that old, lonely feeling as the train disapears down the line time after time, i ask myself why that it's always sad to say goodbye now i know a man who lives in Texas makes his living working on cars he was young and he was restless did his fishing in out of town bars but on the weekend, he's the one they look at all the women know him by name but it don't matter cause when the moon meets the morning the feeling is always the same time after time, i ask myself why that it's always sad to say goodbye somewhere a mother is drinking somewhere a father has lost his good son somewhere a sister is thinking thinking about what her brother has done and nobody's perfect, yet they both blame each other and neither can hold back the tears ain't it a shame, to see your boy dressed in numbers? in numbers for 99 years time after time, i ask myself why that it's always sad to say goodbye
She was a young girl with a fair heart, he could tell it was Heaven, by the way she moved but he aint nothing but a spare part the boy ain't broken, but boy's been bruised and ain't it funny when you're young you live forever but forever ain't never enough time and ain't it just like that old, lonely feeling as the train disapears down the line time after time, i ask myself why that it's always sad to say goodbye now i know a man who lives in Texas makes his living working on cars he was young and he was restless did his fishing in out of town bars but on the weekend, he's the one they look at all the women know him by name but it don't matter cause when the moon meets the morning the feeling is always the same time after time, i ask myself why that it's always sad to say goodbye somewhere a mother is drinking somewhere a father has lost his good son somewhere a sister is thinking thinking about what her brother has done and nobody's perfect, yet they both blame each other and neither can hold back the tears ain't it a shame, to see your boy dressed in numbers? in numbers for 99 years time after time, i ask myself why that it's always sad to say goodbye
