We sit and watch umbrellas fly, I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry. I hear myself say, my boat's leaving now, so we shake hands and cry. Now I must wave goodbye, wave goodbye, wave goodbye, wave goodbye, wave goodbye. You know I don't want to cry again, don't want to cry again, don't want to say goodbye, You know I don't want to cry again, don't want to run away, don't want to raise this pain, I'll never see your face again. Oh, but how, how can you say, that I didn't try, didn't see the face in the depths of my eyes, but my eyes were dry. Oh, now, I leave, tobacco piles have come to depend on the look in their eyes, my blood's sweet from pain, the wind and the rain brings back words of a song. And they say, wave goodbye, wave goodbye, wave goodbye, wave goodbye, wave goodbye. You know I don't want to fall again, don't want to notice me, don't want another friend, I don't want to try again, don't want to see you again, don't want to let you see me again. I don't want to cry again, I'll never see your face again. Oh, but how, how can you say, that I didn't try, didn't see the face in the depths of my eyes, but my eyes were dry. My eyes were dry, but I don't want to cry again. So I read to myself, the chance of a lifetime to see new horizons. On the front page, black and white picture of Manhattan, Skyline.