It used to be the hardest word to say
A word that kills and steals and takes away
The chance of making ‘us’ of ‘you’ and ‘me’…
But I make that chance eternal now, I see
By saying ‘goodbye’ with joy and pride and flair ~
And knowing I’ll say it soon again, somewhere.
It’s only cruising; it’s only leaving
It’s only flying; it’s only freeing
Performance video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbBKWHd4E_0
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC
It used to be the hardest word to say
A word that kills and steals and takes away
The chance of making ‘us’ of ‘you’ and ‘me’…
But I make that chance eternal now, I see
By saying ‘goodbye’ with joy and pride and flair ~
And knowing I’ll say it soon again, somewhere.
It’s only cruising; it’s only leaving
It’s only flying; it’s only freeing
Performance video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbBKWHd4E_0
One of the things I quickly realised about cruising the canals of England and Wales on my narrowboat is that it's incredibly exciting to leave places, having only just touched on the possibility of putting down roots. It's the most opposite thing from ‘normal life,’ I think, and perhaps presents the best evidence for whether you’re the type of person who’ll embrace cruising life.
Written on the Aylesbury Arm of the Grand Union Canal.
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