At my wits' end—rushing around—always
Searching for tomorrow like today's already set
It's not—my friend
I never wanted to say goodbye.
And in the rush I forgot all the things
I so needed to say—
I so needed you to let me be easy
When we were together.
And now it's my hand on one door, and you
Halfway out the other;
Our trains don't come for an hour yet but
There's no point in waiting together—
When everything's already been perfect
And each has the other's contact.
Why build more happy times
If it just makes parting the harder?
There's no point adding memories
To a goodbye already said.
I cry out—Wake me, move me
Make me slow down
Give me another day—