Tall Heights
Eastern Standard Time
[first chorus cello only]
Goodbye, goodbye,
Eastern Standard Time
It could be roses in my pockets
or be roses on my stone.
The waves on the shore take all of my being,
gray and habitual, resolved and serene.
And I m at your door half-smiling
All of a man half-waiting for the bell to ring.
While all of those waves unwavering
I m wa--ve-ring
Goodbye, goodbye, Eastern Standard Time
it could be roses in my pockets
or be roses on my stone
Goodbye, goodbye
In the dark, dark hour of night
I ll be the only one alone
I ll be the only one alone
I ll be the only one alone
It can t be ignored
though it can be screened.
Oh singing out these melodies
with all I mean.
So surround and adore me,
arouse and implore me.
The waves will roll, the waves will crash
and what left will there be?
Oh, what left will there be?
Goodbye, goodbye, Eastern Standard Time
it could be roses in my pockets
or be roses on my stone
Goodbye, goodbye
In the dark, dark hour of night
I ll be the only one alone
I ll be the only one alone
I ll be the only one alone
I ll be the only one alone
I ll be the only one alone
I ll be the only one alone
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The waves on the shore take all of my being.
Goodbye, goodbye.
