Return some other day
Will you bring me back a souvenir?
One that's trite and won't remind me
Your goodbye still rings in my ear
It's a sound that I can't put behind me
The sound is breaking up, you keep breaking up
We keep breaking up, and that's the shame of it all
All in all, we had our day
You'll be late, don't hesitate much
The time has come, and you're gone to somewhere
I'll arrange to have the car pulled round
As you struggle with a heavy suitcase
Your feet are planted firmly on this ground
But soon you will be covering airspace
At the speed of sound, high above this town
Each time you say goodbye, I get high on the sound
On and on you'll find your way
Hoping for inspired fate
To ease this pain, you're on your way somewhere
What will they say, my souvenir
When you get lost and return from somewhere
But I'll only wait for so long, oh, well, so long
And bring me back a souvenir, just bring me back something