When I get to Bristol
I’ll know where to go
Did you hear the owner Michael passed away?
And the folks down at the pub
Wanna know how you are
I know they’ll ask, I don’t know what I’ll say
When I get to Brussels
I’ll think of the Louvre
And the three nights we spent in Amsterdam
And how I would have killed you
if you hadn’t been so sweet
oh if we could just have stayed right there back then
so goodbye Barcelona
goodbye Birmingham
goodbye to Vienna
goodbye you and me
Time I get to Glasgow
I’ll feel right at home
The rolling of the road settling in
And I’d have myself a good time
If I didn’t have to
say goodbye to you in every place we’ve been