How many times have I read farewell lines In the things that you never seemed to say? How many times have I read those last lines And wondered why it ended this way? Words of goodbye and all those loving lines I must have been blind. And it seems to me a shame that the number and the name Both have changed with the pa**ing of time. How you would write about the bright lights? It's a wonder that I never realized How you would write about the bright lights And your words always clouded up my eyes? Our race was run now another's just begun I must have been blind. It seems to me a shame that the number and the name Both have changed with the pa**ing of time. When your letters stopped the tears that I fought How they ran like the rivers to the seas When your letters stopped the tears that I fought How they came in the flood of memories. Each sunny day you slip further away I must have been blind. It seems to me a shame That the number and the name Both have changed with the pa**ing of time.