Postcard From Paddington Station

Well I guess it's that time again.
Everybody's packing up and running off,
gonna ride that changing wind.
And I don't know when I'll see you again.
I can't believe that this is actually the end, my friend.

But I know this will come to pass.
I know we'll meet again and then we'll see
we saved the best for last.

So goodbye sisters.
Fare thee well, my brothers.
I just read all your letters
and now I'm writing you another.
I'm gonna ride, ride, ride that wind.
And I don't know when it's gonna blow
us back together one more time again.

Sometimes I wonder where we're gonna go.
Everybody's going separate ways
but maybe we could share the same road.
Until we try, I guess we'll never know.
It all depends on that old wind
and which way, which way he wants to blow.

But I know things will be just fine.
Don't worry 'bout a thing, my friend
'Cause that old wind is a good friend of mine.

So goodbye sisters.
Fare thee well, my brothers.
I just read all your letters
and now I'm writing you another.
I'm gonna ride, ride, ride that wind.
And I don't know, you don't know, we don't know
no one knows when it's blowing
us back together again.