Today would be the perfect day to tell you goodbye
But I've already said it
Now You're just a memory, a photograph, a used-to-be
Yeah, yeah, you get it

Now I'm all alone
Making lots of dough
I'm not kidding myself
There's just no place else I would rather be
I just wish that you could be here with me

I still sort of have a couple friends
Who told me I shoudl change my plans and stick around
But I buckled my seatbelt and knew how the fly felt
When the windows roll down

I'll make some new friends
Maybe with their grandkids
That old crew will be dead but I'll be
The same old, good-looking, miserable Lee
I just wish that you could be here with me

I keep thinking of that painting
Of the sisters at the piano
That brought a tear to your eye
Babe, today, I was a brushstroke on the canvas of a perfect blue sky


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