See Ya InsteadWhy oh why Must we say good-byeGood-bye’s a word I’ve come to dreadSo let’s say, see ya insteadSince we really want to stayWhy can’t we have our wayAnd watch the stars, they’re everywhereAnd breathe the crispy, clear fresh airAs we sit here under the moonWhy must we have to leave so soonWe look at stars and constellationIt soothes all of our infatuationFor when we lieAnd say good-byeWhen we really want to sayWhy can’t we stayIt’s the timing, it’s the clockBut your home is just up the blockJust when we spot the milky wayWe end up having to call it a dayWhen we’d rather hang out and stayWhy oh why Must we say good-byeGood-bye’s a word I’ve come to dreadSo let’s say, see ya insteadby Gloria Buono (c) 2004