In The Words of John Denver and Michelle Branch

All my bags are packed,

I'm ready to go,

I'm standin here outside your door,

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.

But the dawn is breaking,

It's early morn,

The taxi's waitin,

He's blowing his horn,

Already I'm so lonesome,

I could die.

So kiss me and smile for me,

Tell me that you'll wait for me.

Hold me like you'll never let me go.

Cause I'm leavin,

On a jet plane,

Don't know when I'll be back again.

Oh babe,

I hate to go.

Of all the things I've believed in,

I just want to get it over with.

Tears form behind my eyes,

But I do not cry,

Counting the days that pass me by.

I've been searching deep down in my soul,

Words that I'm hearing,

Are starting to get old.

Feels like I'm starting,

All over again,

The last three years were just pretend.

And I said,

Goodbye to you.

Goodbye to everything I thought I knew.

You were the one I loved,

The one thing that I tried to hold on to.