I feel nothing anymore 
 While you were riding high at sea I was anchored to the shore 
 I hear the coast is nice this time of year, it must be warm 
 What I would give to be sixteen in the sun with you once more 

 But I've been through this with you one too many times 
 We've left those golden days of youth behind 
 So whenever you leave, be it this year or next week 
 Don't bother saying goodbye because you've already left me