Eastern Standard Time - Tall Heights

Goodbye, goodbye

Eastern standard time

It could be roses in my pocket or be roses on my stone

The waves on the shore take all of my being

Gray and habitual, resolved and serene

And I’m at your door half-smiling

All of a man half-waiting for the bell to ring

While all of those waves unwavering, unwavering

Goodbye, goodbye

Eastern standard time

It could be roses in my pocket or be roses on my stone

Goodbye, goodbye

In this dark, dark hour of night

I’ll be the only one alone, I’ll be the only one alone

I’ll be the only one alone

It can’t be ignored though it can be screened

Oh, singing out these melodies with all I mean

So surround and adore me, arouse and implore me

The waves will roll, the waves will crash

And what left will there be?

Oh, what left will there be?

Goodbye, goodbye

Eastern standard time

It could be roses in my pocket or be roses on my stone

Goodbye, goodbye

In this dark, dark hour of night

I’ll be the only one alone, I’ll be the only one alone

I’ll be the only one alone, I’ll be the only one alone

I’ll be the only one alone, I’ll be the only one alone

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye

The waves on the shore

Take all of my being

Goodbye, goodbye