Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little And everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little Why the Gods above me who should be in the know Think so little of me they allow you to go? And when you're near, there's such an air of spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it There's no love song finer but how strange the change From major to minor everytime we say goodbye There's no love song finer but how strange the change From major to minor everytime we say goodbye Everytime we say goodbye