When she looks at me what is it she sees
pile of straw
battered burlap sack
Is all I'll ever be
clever forgery of a man
Locked inside these tattered rags is more than what you see
Will she look at me
What is it I'd say if I could find a way
To tell her all that's deep inside my soul
Somehow thank you doesn't seem
Sufficient for my queen of hearts
I don't want to say hello if it's followed with goodbye
Turn and look at me
Just try
Goodbye's always been a very mystical, magic word
Everytime you say it, someone disappears
But if all that's left to me is but a single word
Then take my heart
Goodbye
When she looks at me
Suddenly I'm free to love