(Slan Leat A Chara Means Good Bye My Friend In Irish Gaelic)
Goodbye My Friend
Waiting for tomorrow’s end
Living life with no today
Mondays turn to Sundays
Waking up to be alone
There’s no one talking on the phone
We all hope for a bright tomorrow (x2)
There comes a time when we just say
Say whatever’ on our mind
Like we don’t care, Stop n Stare
A never ending tug-a-war
When you bet upon a game
Be a player don’t get played
Love can be cruel so bend the rules
Give it everything you’ve got
Goodbye My Friend
Waiting for tomorrow’s end
Living life with no today
Mondays turn to Sundays
Waking up to be alone
There’s no one talking on the phone
We all hope for a bright tomorrow (x2)
We all want to change the past
Since our lives just go so fast
We live and learn, Life returns
Take in moments that are slow
Give love time to rest and heal
Imagine dreams when they are real
Put some fight into your night
Call me once or maybe twice
Goodbye My Friend
Waiting for tomorrow’s end
Living life with no today
Mondays turn to Sundays
Waking up to be alone
There’s no one talking on the phone
We all hope for a bright tomorrow (x2)