"The Last Goodbye"
Ain't no headlights on the road tonight
Everybody here is sleeping tight
Ain't nobody gonna find us here
We'll disappear
There's a dancer in the arms of love
And he's dancing on the sky above
And the truth is that we'll never know where love will flow
Aim high
Shoot low
(Gotta aim high, shoot low baby)
Ain't no headlights on the road tonight
Ain't nobody here to make it right
Cos we couldn't seem to find a way, for love to stay
If you had another night to give
I
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you laugh at me.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your too big shirt
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh-
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way
I don't hate you--
Not even
