
If your tears drop when am gone,
it is the emotions of the memories we made are strong,
when you face away from the mob,
let it all out and sob,
when you get weak and fall,
get back up and stand tall,
for one day i will go to sleep,
and in the morning i will be gone.
if my dogs whimper till dawn,
let them mourn and howl,
if the gas rans out of the stoves,
cut the eucalyptus that nest the doves,
if they fare me well with a bottle of whisky,
a moment of silence for the days we were tipsy,
for one day i will go to sleep,
and in the morning i will be gone.
if my absence makes life a difficult task,
it is in the concept of better days you’ll trust,
if my flowers by the vases start to wither,
it is me they seek for heather,
if the sparrows forsake the acacia,
don’t doubt they have caught amnesia,
for one day i will go to sleep,
and in the morning i will be gone.