Farewell, OK

Farewell, okay

You'll be on your way

You'll be on your own now

But to my dismay

I can't go on

After what you've done

There are two words that sound like "pray"

I'm not going to tell you which one I'm thinking of

Farewell, okay

Farewell, okay

I thought you'd change

And get a little humble

You strike your strange disposition like a drummer hits a cymbal

It rings on in the vicinity

From an instant thrill to infinity

And that doesn't seem like a sin to me

Farewell, okay

Farewell, okay

Ran my hand in the rhythm along the ballroom wall

Felt the rumble of the bass through the entrance hall

And the door flung open to a mascara cry

I can't shake the sound of "How could you or why?"

Can't get the stain off my hands ever since

From the fake marble pillar past a curtain of chintz

A splatter of steps on a chalk floor pattern

A trim of black lace on a hem of red satin

Goodbye, so long

There's no right or wrong

This might be the final word I chance in the very last dance

The appeal of the trumpet to a pearl of red laughter

Of lipstick and kisses right here under the rafter

A fumble for Heaven in a thimble of draft

A seldom of Elvis in the velvet hereafter

Farewell, okay

Farewell, okay

Farewell, okay, ooh

Farewell, okay