You'll be happier when I'm gone. Much too busy to worry. I'll be sad and you'll feel bad. But I know you won't be sorry. And as I turn to go. Please don't wave goodbye. I refuse to cry. On roads that are paved. With men who behave. Like they know where they're goin'. And I'll stop along the way. And it's then I'll think of you. And I'll wonder if you knew. When I got blue. And things got weird. And I started growing. Bob Dylan's beard