Lyrics

THE HARDEST PART OF HELLO

Sitting in this sterile room,
Surrounded by the germ-free gloom,
A far-off voice ventured in
And captured my attention.

"It's not good news, Mrs. Jones;
Can't do much with these old bones.
Take care and try to make the best
Of the little time you have left."

The other voice was soft and unclear,
But I could tell it came through tears.
Sounds of hope mingled with regret
Of life lived and life not lived yet.

The hardest part of hello
Is having to say goodbye.
Good friends all come and go;
Their passing is a part of life.
Every true love that you know
Eventually will die.
The hardest part of hello
Is having to say goodbye.

The other voice was soft and unclear,
But I could tell it came through tears.
Sounds of hope mingled with regret
Of life lived and life not lived yet.

That voice triggered something in me,
Fired up forgotten memories
Of the many good people I've met --
Some long dead, and some not dead yet.

Some from now, and some from back when,
I greeted these souls once again.
Some with a hug, a handshake, a kiss.
Every end begins something like this.
The hardest part of hello
Is having to say goodbye.
Good friends all come and go;
Their passing is a part of life.
Every true love that you know
Eventually will die.
The hardest part of hello
Is having to say goodbye.

Perhaps I had them at hello,
But I lost them all at goodbye.

Just then the doctor stepped in;
Said, "I'm not sure where to begin.
I'm afraid there is no answer
When the question is cancer."

The hardest part of hello
Is having to say goodbye.
Good friends all come and go;
Their passing is a part of life.
Every true love that you know
Eventually will die.
The hardest part of hello
Is having to say goodbye.

Copyright © 2012 Lex Zaleta