Undone

I'm as thin as the wind in November
Just when it starts to blow cold
So I'll raise my glass to remember
I'll make my empty toast
I said here's to the future that came and went
Here's to the past the days well spent
Here's to the melodies and here's to the harmonies
That will never show their faces again

The chorus is never coming in
The chorus is never coming in
The chorus is never coming in
The chorus is never coming in

And here's to the paths that we choose
Here's to the gambles that we win and we lose
Here's to decisions that we make
Here's to the hearts we awaken just to break

The chorus is never coming in
The chorus is never coming in
The chorus is never coming in
The chorus is never coming in

And here's to the things we leave undone
Here's to all the unfinished songs...

And here's to those days
And here's to those days
Yeah, here's to those days
Yeah, here's to those days

Won't you help me say goodbye?
Won't you help me say goodnight?
Won't you help me say so long?
Won't you help me finish my song?