Фоновый джаз, Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Piano, Jazz Music Collection, Jazz Music Collection 12-Bar Blues (Блюз 40-х)

The letters that you wrote me are turning into dust
The golden locket hinge is covered up in rust
I walk the avenue we used to call our own
And realize how much the maple trees have grown
But everywhere I look, in every passerby

I'm just chasing the ghost of your goodbye.

The tailor took my measurements, my suits are fitting loose
I try to find a reason but I only find excuse
I bought a ticket for the midnight ocean train
To see if salty water washes out the pain
But standing on the deck beneath the blackened sky

I'm just chasing the ghost of your goodbye.

They tell me time will heal, they tell me time is kind
They tell me I should leave the yesterdays behind.

But I refuse to let the final curtain fall
I’d rather have the hurt than feel nothing at all
So let the years roll on, and let the rivers dry

I'll keep chasing the ghost of your goodbye.