The worst part is yet to come, I'll play you a song and sing you some, I feel just as bad as you, Because what were doing is, Saying goodbye to a friend, Saying goodbye to a friend. The aftertaste of a perfect scone, But the joy of that is way long gone, I feel just as bad as you, Because what were doing is, Saying goodbye to a friend, Saying goodbye to a friend. Saying goodbye to a friend, Sing to the unsteady beat, Joyous days with no heat, It's hard to think about what I want. Candle wax in the dark night, And it dries up in no sight, Wrap around the center star, Because what were doing is, Saying goodbye to a friend, Saying goodbye to a friend.