The Leaving Song

Until its time to raise my hand To you Let us chase the many ways We can share a smile Until it's time to say goodbye to you Let us chase the many ways We can hold off for a while Never had a summer night so cruel Never has the final curtain felt so incomplete Never heard such a tone of ridicule As the sound of the morning sun shined on my defeat Soon it will be time to remember you And the start of my selfish thoughts that you're thinking of me And when the roll of film runs through It might be time to leave it be