When I come through the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not too long and not with your head bowed low, remember the love owe once shared. Miss me but let me go. For this journey, that we all must take, and each must go alone, it’s all part of the master plan. A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart go to the friends we know.
Miss me, but let me go
