Maclean and Joni Mitchell - they're singing good bye, good bye

It's pouring outside
and we're sitting here
behind a fogged window, with water pouring down

Fingers nimbly tracing the water tracks
like the ones flowing down our cheeks

The fumes from the yellow taxi waiting outside slowly plume, eagerly waiting departure. The screen door slams and we hear your footsteps slapping away at the wet pavement. Ol' Joni couldn't have articulated it better, but our old man isn't walking away. No. The taxi hums as it pulls off down the road with you inside. We wave... but you can't see because the window is too fogged up. You didn't turn your head to look back anyway...
but we'll never turn our heads away from the direction you want to go.

we never said good bye