My remarks will surely come as no surprise
Did I mention yesterday is our divide?
That's all for you, my friend
We're through, the end
Farewell
Elvis on the record player, and I sing
It's Costello that I speak of, not the King
That song, just one more time
To ease my mind
While I tear apart the room
And disconnect the phone
Why do I feel so wonderful?
That's not the way it's supposed to be at all
But then again, they've been so wrong so many times
As the water beads upon my window pane
Headed northward toward a brighter, better day
Recall the wasted years
Through eyes of tears
It's your renaissance with her
So fresh, so new
Why do I feel so wonderful?
That's not the way it's supposed to be at all
But then again, they've been so wrong so many times
Farewell
