To All My Good Friends Goodbye

I'm standing on top
The ninety first story
Watching my life pass me by
It's hard to see the world in its glory
With tears that are burning my eyes

You tried to give reasons
One thousand good reasons
One thousand good reasons I should try
But why
So tell my old lady I'll be seeing her soon
And all of my good friends goodbye

As far as I remember
It was uphill and climbing
No rest for weary feet
I've worked all my lifetime
With sawdust and timber
To widdle her majestys seat

The one thing I loved
I loved my sweetheart
And then she had to go on and die
So tell my old lady I'll be seeing her soon and all of my good friends goodbye

I know that it's selfish I'm sure you all will move on
I've heard that old radio playing
I know it's my song

So if I've lived for something
And if I've lived true
Let him not cast me below
We all have our reasons for pushing on through
My reasons had somewhere to go

I'm weightless suspended
My back feels the rushing
My eyes on the twelve o'clock sky
So tell my old lady I'll be seeing her soon and all of my good friends goodbye