Time To Go

Oh my friends, how I miss your smiles
in evenings when moods grow low.
And my conscience is pointing at the door
and who knows
when it’s time to go ?

And oh my love, what have we become
a silly excuse for…
Love or whatever remains of it…
time to go.

Time to got to places I always dreamt of going to
but not with you,
not with you.

And in the end, what else does remain
but saying : goodbye, God bless.
And whatever you do, do it well
and who knows
someday
it’s time to say hello,
again.