On the day you leave me, it still will be spring,
Roses will be blooming, and robins will sing,
Subways will be running, doorbells will ring,
And all in all, the sky won't fall.
The sun won't suddenly grow colder
Without your arm around my shoulder.
On the day you leave me, there still will be stars,
Fog in San Francisco, and rockets to Mars.
Balconies and moonlight, Spanish guitars -
But will they be of any use to me?
For I know after you've gone, somehow, life will go on.
How it will continue, I just don't have a clue
On the day I don't have you.