Sometimes Goodbye
I've got an ice-cold cup of coffee
And a paper I havn't read
A canyon in my heart
And a hammer in my head
And a waitress with an empty stare
That looks right through me
I'm sitting at a table
And I'm balancing the salt
Weighing out my choices
Baby, It's nobodys fault
And I'm torn up by these voices
Talking to me
You say there's no good reason
For me to walk away
You say there's so much good between us
Who would'nt want to stay
But how can I be with you
If deep down I believe I'll loose a part of me
Sometimes goodbye is the only open door
I can't turn back when I know there's something more
I gotta find what my heart beats for
I've got a half a page of reasons
And a napkin full of tears
From trying to pull my spirit
Through the pocket of my fears
As the lunch croud emptys out
Into the city
And there may not be a way for me
To make you understand
I'll write down the words I'm feeling
And I'll leave it in your hands
But the memories of our love
I'm taking with me
You say there's no good reason
For me to walk away
You say we're meant to be together
And I'm making a mistake
But this emptiness inside me
Has brought me to this road and I have to let you go
Sometimes goodbye is the only open door
I can't turn back when I know there's something more
I gotta find what my heart beats for
For the passion everlasting
For deepest dream
For a chance to love like that
There is no in between
Sometimes goodbye is the only open door
I can't turn back when I know there's something more
I gotta find what my heart beats for
And a paper I havn't read
A canyon in my heart
And a hammer in my head
And a waitress with an empty stare
That looks right through me
I'm sitting at a table
And I'm balancing the salt
Weighing out my choices
Baby, It's nobodys fault
And I'm torn up by these voices
Talking to me
You say there's no good reason
For me to walk away
You say there's so much good between us
Who would'nt want to stay
But how can I be with you
If deep down I believe I'll loose a part of me
Sometimes goodbye is the only open door
I can't turn back when I know there's something more
I gotta find what my heart beats for
I've got a half a page of reasons
And a napkin full of tears
From trying to pull my spirit
Through the pocket of my fears
As the lunch croud emptys out
Into the city
And there may not be a way for me
To make you understand
I'll write down the words I'm feeling
And I'll leave it in your hands
But the memories of our love
I'm taking with me
You say there's no good reason
For me to walk away
You say we're meant to be together
And I'm making a mistake
But this emptiness inside me
Has brought me to this road and I have to let you go
Sometimes goodbye is the only open door
I can't turn back when I know there's something more
I gotta find what my heart beats for
For the passion everlasting
For deepest dream
For a chance to love like that
There is no in between
Sometimes goodbye is the only open door
I can't turn back when I know there's something more
I gotta find what my heart beats for
Credits
Writer(s): Annie Leslie Roboff, Beth Nielsen Chapman, Terri Lynne Clark
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