Going Going Gone

I'm going said she
and what is it to you
You had your time and
I'll have mine too
Ring on my finger not
yours through my nose
You never raised me to
be one of those

I'm going said she
and what is it to you
You had your time
and I'll have mine too
Did you think I'd stay setting
Another and another "holiday" table
You could not have thought that
Not when I'm still young, ready
and able

You could not have thought
That I’d ride the ribbon with
you the future sliding our joined
fingers through

I'm not seeing those tears
I'm just closing my eyes
Since there really is no need
for these maudlin goodbyes
Not when there's Skype, e-mail,
and phones everywhere

A baby you say?
And what does that change?
You don’t have to be
In the same state to be
In love’s range

I'm going said she
Looking straight at and through me
Her voice and demeanor just as calm as could be
You will visit with me and
I will visit with you
And this door I am closing
This conversation is through.