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