first Chorus cello only Goodbye, goodbye, Eastern Standard Time It could be roses in my pockets or be roses on my stone. The waves on the shore take all of my being, gray and habitual, resolved and serene. And I'm at your door half-smiling All of a man half-waiting for the bell to ring. While all of those waves unwavering I'm wa--ve-ring Goodbye, goodbye, Eastern Standard Time it could be roses in my pockets or be roses on my stone Goodbye, goodbye In the dark, dark hour of night I'll be the only one alone I'll be the only one alone I'll be the only one alone It can't be ignored though it can be screened. Oh singing out these melodies with all I mean. So surround and adore me, arouse and implore me. The waves will roll, the waves will crash and what left will there be? Oh, what left will there be? Goodbye, goodbye, Eastern Standard Time it could be roses in my pockets or be roses on my stone Goodbye, goodbye In the dark, dark hour of night I'll be the only one alone I'll be the only one alone I'll be the only one alone I'll be the only one alone I'll be the only one alone I'll be the only one alone Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye The waves on the shore take all of my being. Goodbye, goodbye.