Ian Cussick
Goodbye Girl
the time is high
for sailing to a place remote
for sailors on a fishing boat
the northern sky
it shows the letter that she wrote
i?m hoping we can stay afloat
when the storm arrives
goodbye girl
goodbye girl
goodbye girl
got to say goodbye
the radar?s on
i?m listening to its lonely word
the endless calling never heard
echoes in the night
From Letras Mania