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