You’ll be happier when I’m gone
I’m much to busy to worry
I’ll be sad and you’ll feel bad
But I know you wont be sorry
As I turn to go
Please dont waive good-bye
I refuse to cry
On roads that are paved
With men who behave
Like they know where they’re going
And I’ll stop alond the way
It’s then I’ll think of you
And I’ll wonder if you knew
When I get blue
And things got wierd
And i started growing Bob Dylan’s beard
