And though your sky tomorrow may not be as bright,
Be glad you had a spot of light,
To spend a while in,
So, pocket your pride
Though deep down inside,
The tears that you're crying
Ain't easy to hide,
When you gotta go, you've just gotta say good-bye...

In the wee, small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep,
You lie awake, and you think about the guy,
And never, ever think of counting sheep,
When your lonely heart has learned it's lesson,
You'd be his if only he would call,
In the wee, small hours of the morning,
That's the time you miss him most of all...

So just walk away,
and don't turn your head,
What more can you say now,
that hasn't been said,
When you've gotta go,
When you've gotta go,
Oh, when you've gotta go,
You've just gotta say...
"Good night, and thank you very much."