Eastern Standard Time – Tall Heights

Goodbye, goodbye
Eastern standard time
It could be roses in my pocket 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 wavering

Goodbye, goodbye
Eastern standard time
It could be roses in my pocket 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 pocket or be roses on my stone
Goodbye, goodbye
In this 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
The waves on the shore
Take all of my being
Goodbye, goodbye