MY LIFE IS SUCCESSION OF PEOPLE SAYING GOODBYE
(Morrissey-Whyte)

My life is an endless succession of 
people saying goodbye 
my life is an endless succession of 
people saying goodbye 
and what's left for me? 
what's left for me? 

At one time the future did stretch out before me 
but now It stretches behind 
and all of the best things in life are behind glass: 
money, jewelry and flesh 
and what's left for me? 
what's left for me?