Time blows softly all around us,
But we don't feel it now
You made much more than a hole in the sky, boy
You made us hollow on the inside
So next time, when you're leaving,
Could you at least leave a note?
Next time, when you're leaving,
Could you tell us before you go?
Black wheels roll out a young heart,
As the cold wind cools our eyes
You left much more than thick salty lips, boy,
You left us wondering why
So next time, when you're leaving,
Could you at least leave a note?
Next time, when you're leaving,
Could you tell us before you go?
You go, you go, you go
So next time, when you're leaving,
Could you tell us before you go?