Have you seen the little pieces. Of the people we have been?. Little pieces. Blowing' gently on the wind. They have flown down California. They have landed in L.A.. Little pieces slowly. Ssettling on the waves. I'm one of a million pieces. Fallen on the ground. It's one of the reasons. When we say goodbye. We'll still come around. We will come around. I have waited for tomorrow. From December 'til today. I have started loving. Sorrow along the way. I am calling from some city. And I won't be there too long. I could wait. And I could waste away. But what comes back. Is I hear you say we're gone. For all of the times. That I go spinning up and down. When all of the things. Have died between us. Well we'll still come around. We will come around. After I've been missing for a while. And you hear that summer's song. Haven't all. The fading lines lingered on?. What I know is: she's going. When you know it it's alright. So you put yourself. Between you and your pride. If you wait for what's coming. And you listen to her lies. Then she'll say the things. You need to hear. And the only one. Wwho'll disappear is you. And one of the million lies she said. Is "all of the things you love are dead". But I've seen what she thinks is love. And it leaves me laughing. So we'll still come around