When you gotta go, you gotta go, and so although you'd like to stay a little while, you gotta
show a little style and exit smiling. Goodbye to all that, just reach for your hat and go
on your own sweet way. You know in your heart, although you are parting, you live to love
another day. When you gotta fly, you gotta fly, and though your sky tomorrow may not be as bright,
be glad you had a spot of light to spend a while in. So pocket your pride, though deep down inside,
the tears that you're crying ain't easy to hide. When you gotta go, you just gotta say goodbye.
In the wee small hours of the morning, when the whole wide world is fast asleep, you lie awake and you think
about the guide and never ever think of catching sheep. When your lonely heart has learned its lesson,
you'd be his if only he would call. In the wee small hours of the morning, that's the time you miss him most.
So just walk away and don't turn your head. What more can you say now that hasn't been said?
When you gotta go, when you gotta go, when you gotta go, you just gotta say goodnight.
And thank you very much.