Goodnight, Old Friend کے بول

Sayer-Courtney Farewell, old friend, leave me, now be gone My soul is weak , my mind is never strong. Watch my hands at night and see the way they’re shaking See the endless road, see the way it’s taking And it’s still the same old night And it still just don’t seem right And this darkness blinds my eyes. Writing down my life on endless scraps of paper Years of hanging round, a life of wasted labour And it’s still the same old night And somehow it don’t feel right And this darkness blinds my eyes. Goodnight, old friend, I’ll see you once again The dawn will come and haunt me once again. Watch my life unfold and see the shape it’s taking Watch my fingers write and see the way they’re shaking And it’s still the same old night And somehow it don’t feel right And this darkness blinds my eyes. Goodnight, old friend, I’ll see you once again The dawn will come and haunt us once again. And it’s still the same old night And it’s still the same old night And it’s still the same old night Ah, it’s still the same old night.