Come on let me change your ticket home Don't go, it's not the same when you're gone You should probably stay, probably stay, a couple more days You should probably stay, be with me, a couple more days And it's not good to be all alone And you say it's

Bring back that lovin' feelin' Oh that lovin' feelin' You've lost that lovin' feelin' 'Cause it's gone, gone, gone I need your love You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips You're

It's not right So here's your holiday Hope you enjoy it this time You gave it all away It was mine So when you're dead and gone Will you remember this night Twenty years now lost It makes no sense at all

Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens Darling I don't know why I go to extremes Darling I don't know why I got to extremes It's all or nothing at all And if I stand or I fall You can be sure when I'm gone I won't be out there too long Call me a

Will you care When I'm gone And it's time And I've really had enough And I'm sorry For the trouble Thats been costing us so much Splitting apart, it's getting harder to tell what you want So bored with these games, games

Ash to ashes, dust to dust Skin to bone and steel to rust Skin to bone, steel to rust Will tomorrow have it's way With the promises we made Your deception, my disgust When your name is finally drawn I'll be happy that you're gone

Go big or go home Go big or go I'm thinking life's too short, it's passing by So if I'm gonna go at all I'll sleep when I'm dead, you can bury me Don't feel like going home But all my cash is gone Yeah, I got nothing to do tonight

'Cause baby, when you're gone All it does is rain And it feels like, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh All it does is rain, rain, rain down on me Each drop is pain, pain, pain when you leave It's such a shame we fucked it up, you and me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And it was all alright It goes when your gone Now it's all all wrong There's no good reason why I lay my heart on these tracks When your train comes along That's just a-how Then you cut me down

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's