Sayer-Courtney

Farewell, old friend, leave me, now be gone
My soul is weak , my mind is never strong.

Watch my hands at night and see the way they’re shaking
See the endless road, see the way it’s taking
And it’s still the same old night
And it still just don’t seem right
And this darkness blinds my eyes.

Writing down my life on endless scraps of paper
Years of hanging round, a life of wasted labour
And it’s still the same old night
And somehow it don’t feel right
And this darkness blinds my eyes.

Goodnight, old friend, I’ll see you once again
The dawn will come and haunt me once again.

Watch my life unfold and see the shape it’s taking
Watch my fingers write and see the way they’re shaking
And it’s still the same old night
And somehow it don’t feel right
And this darkness blinds my eyes.

Goodnight, old friend, I’ll see you once again
The dawn will come and haunt us once again.

And it’s still the same old night
And it’s still the same old night
And it’s still the same old night
Ah, it’s still the same old night.