You tell me that what's ours
can no longer go on,
that this time you're leaving
and that you won't be back.
You tell me that what's ours,
because of me is finished.
Fine...
That's what you say,
now what I say...
There's a train at five
a bus at six
a flight at seven.
You choose
Hey, hey, hey
There's a train at five
a bus at six,
your reservations are ready,
hey, hey, hey.
But in case someday
you want to come back, I bought
you a round trip, but you should
know;
If you come back to this house,
all you will find is
a hundred boxes of tissues
in case you feel like crying.
And there's a train at five
a bus at six
a flight at seven.
You choose,
hey, hey, hey.
There's a train at five
a bus at six
your reservations are ready
hey, hey, hey...