Album: Molly Johnson
MACKINNON/JOHNSON
I made a promise to myself
that I would sooner rot in hell
than spend another moment with you
I feel that time is slipping by
and if I felt it was worth a try
then maybe baby, I would try
just one more sad sigh
I have sipped the sweetest wine
but this one tastes just past it's prime
so go take the long wave good-bye
doctor's bills are piling sky high
while I try to reason with why
I haven't taken the long wave good-bye
I had a chance weeks ago
to tell you baby to hit the road
but one look at you
with those sad brown eyes
well I hate to see a grown man cry
You've got to go on, pack your things
cause I'm cutting all your strings
and I'm waving the long wave good-bye
The train is barreling down the track
whistle's blowing your bags are packed
hurry now don't be late, cause that
would be your last mistake
hill of beans don't count for much
forget to write please don't stay in touch
cause I'm waving the long wave good-bye... good-bye
bye bye, see ya later, bye bye...
cause I'm waving the long wave good-bye