| I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road |
| And it’s not like her to drive that slow, nothing is on the radio |
| Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell |
| She usually comes right in, now I can tell |
| Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time |
| Here comes the start of every sleepless night |
| The first of every tear I’m gonna cry |
| Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things would never change |
| And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye |
| I can hear her say «I love you"like it was yesterday |
| And I can see it written on her face that she had never felt this way |
| One day I thought I’d see her with her daddy by her side |
| And violins would play «here comes the bride» |
| Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time |
| Here comes the start of every sleepless night |
| The first of every tear I’m gonna cry |
| Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things would never change |
| And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye |
| Why does it have to go from to good to gone? |
| Before the lights turn on, yeah and you’re left alone |
| All alone, but here comes goodbye |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time |
| Here comes the start of every sleepless night |
| The first of every tear I’m gonna cry |
| Here comes the pain, Here comes me wishing things would never change |
| And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye |