Se as minhas férias falassem, era isto que tinham para me dizer:

Well we know I'm going away and how I wish, I wish it weren't so. Let's delay our misery. Save tonight and fight the break of dawn. Come tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be gone. There's a log on the fire and it burns like me for you. Tomorrow comes with one desire: to take me away. It ain't easy to say good bye. Darling please, don't start to cry 'cause girl you know I've got to go, and lord I wish it wasn't so.