|
Clapton |
|
Geez, he said, the bands don't seem to play round here no more |
|
And Saturday night just ain't the same |
|
Wish everything was back the way it used to be before |
|
Now I sit here and push my long hair back behind my ears |
|
The face I used to hide behind, is now becoming ghostly with the years |
|
Goodbye, tiger |
|
Chasing those dolce vita times |
|
Somehow you seem to have left me far behind |
|
But you can hear me whisper on the nightline |
|
"Goodbye Tiger" |
|
I keep shifting round, I wear the dust of many foreign streets |
|
Drifting and shifting with the wind |
|
Now this same wind is howling like a cyclone here inside |
|
And I see I've got nothing left to hide |
|
Nobody's gonna take the stage tonight |
|
But I'll sit here anyway, and sigh |
|
Goodbye, tiger |
|
Chasing those dolce vita times |
|
Somehow you seem to have left me far behind |
|
But you can hear me whisper on the nightline |
|
"Goodbye Tiger" |
