Its never easy to say goodbye to the faces So rarely do we see another one So close and so long I asked the room if Id said enough No one really answered They just said Dont go, dont go Dont go, dont go, dont go All this leaving is never ending I kept hoping for one more question Or for someone to say Who do you think you are? So I could tell them With intensity, a drop evaporates by law In conclusion, leaving is easy When youve got some place you need to be Im giving up this gig for another season With the TV on mute Im listening back to the tapes On the hotel bed My my my apocalypse My my my apocalypse I realized I had said very little about waves or wheels Or riding for the feeling, riding for the feeling Is the fastest way to reach the shore, on water or land Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling What if I had stood there at the end and said again and again In answer to every question Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the riding For the riding And for the ride Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Riding for the feeling Would that have been a suitable goodbye?
riding, feeling, apocalypse, said, evaporates