Roland Bowman - The Final Rhapsody
You say that your not angry at the things I didn't do. But your walkin' out that door anyway. You told me that your happy and that I am not to blame, but you didn't tell me your the price to pay.
Now that you are leavin' I feel empty inside. We never ever really said goodbye.
I'm wondering where I went wrong, or maybe something said. I guess I'll never know the reason why.
Riding the mid-night train. Nothin' will ever be the same, now I'm on my own at last, farewell my ball and chain hello my liberty. Singing a brand new song. Cause life is never either right or wrong, so I'll listen to the wind as she plays and sings The Final Rhapsody.
(banjo and harmonica solo)
Years have come and gone in sequence of that fateful day. And still I havn't seen or heard from you. You vanished from my vision like a shadow in the night. I searched the whole world over through and through. Time is the measure of a temporary spell, always young and always causing so much sorrow. Vanishing, illusive with such fallacy of fate. Ridin' high like there is no tommorow.
Lookin' through my window pain. Joy and love and sorrow ,wind and rain, oh what difference does it make, when the piper calls you tell him I am free. Singing a brand new song. Cause life is never either right or wrong, so I'll listen to the wind as she plays and sings The Final Rhapsody.
Now that you are leavin' I feel empty inside. We never ever really said goodbye.
I'm wondering where I went wrong, or maybe something said. I guess I'll never know the reason why.
Riding the mid-night train. Nothin' will ever be the same, now I'm on my own at last, farewell my ball and chain hello my liberty. Singing a brand new song. Cause life is never either right or wrong, so I'll listen to the wind as she plays and sings The Final Rhapsody.
(banjo and harmonica solo)
Years have come and gone in sequence of that fateful day. And still I havn't seen or heard from you. You vanished from my vision like a shadow in the night. I searched the whole world over through and through. Time is the measure of a temporary spell, always young and always causing so much sorrow. Vanishing, illusive with such fallacy of fate. Ridin' high like there is no tommorow.
Lookin' through my window pain. Joy and love and sorrow ,wind and rain, oh what difference does it make, when the piper calls you tell him I am free. Singing a brand new song. Cause life is never either right or wrong, so I'll listen to the wind as she plays and sings The Final Rhapsody.
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