All of my life, you’ve been teaching me how to say goodbye
Must have been fifteen hundred ways
Walking out the door, our string of goodbyes going back and forth
You were always ten steps ahead of me
But now it’s my turn
So I’ll give it a try
The way that I know best

Say good morning to the son
With the bluebirds humming in the trees
Make sure your daily turn is good
And no one’s left standing in the rain like a firefly lost in the day
Spread your wings out like the eagle
Never, ever compromise your heart
Say good evening to the son, again
While the ivory bill flies and the whip-poor-will cries goodnight

All of my life, I’ve been learning how I can live it right
From all those lessons that you taught
I tried to keep up, but there were not enough pages in my notebook
So I kept them in my heart
And now it’s my turn
So I’ll give it a try
The way that I know best

Say good morning to the son
With the bluebirds humming in the trees
Make sure your daily turn is good
And no one’s left standing in the rain like a firefly lost in the day
Spread your wings out like the eagle
Never, ever compromise your heart
Say good evening to the son, again
While the ivory bill flies and the whip-poor-will cries goodnight

Spread your wings out like the eagle
Never, ever compromise your heart
Say good evening to the son, again
While the ivory bill flies and the whip-poor-will cries goodbye.