Wanda Robinson - Parting Is Such lyrics

There are no sounds, no gestures, and no sights that can make “goodbye” seem like anything else but what it is. Or so I told myself as I eased out of the door, like a thief in the night. And walking with my last bit of hope, [?] safely away in my inside pocket. I turned around at least a dozen times, hoping to find you running after me. And then I'd walk a little faster, because there was always the impossible possibility that you would be waiting at the next corner. But you never could catch up with me, even when I thought I was standing still. And recalling the time I was to meet you to talk you about the way things were not going, you left, because I was ten minutes late. So, I finally convinced myself that you were not the waiting kind. And standing outside of the terminal, waiting for a charter bus that was to take me wherever it is that people go, when they're tired. I looked over my shoulder one more time, wishing like hell that you'd be there - and hoping to God that you wouldn't