I stand on the tallest building

and stare down at the grey runway

and the tail-smoke of the Boeing jet

that's taking you so far away.



Believe me, I don't want you to leave me;

look in my eyes and you'll see them

filled with pain.

Imagine just how sad I'll be

in some future day when I turn

and no longer see your face.

All I can now cry is goodbye, love, goodbye.



In a week, in a month, in a year,

in a lifetime how I'll feel none can tell.

All I know is now you're going

there's really no-one here to help.



Believe me.



Already it's too late, you're through the boarding-gate

and walking on the tarmac.

Already you are free, already you've left me

and cannot bear to look back,

can you?



A brief taxi on the runway,

then up into the stilling night sky;

and I'm standing on the observation tower,

my eyes too dimmed by distance to cry.



Believe me.



All I can now do is walk away alone,

without you.

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