Goodbye angel   Hands in your pockets   Maybe tomorrow   Maybe you'll come back sometime   She boards a Greyhound   With a ticket to Jersey   A gray colored backpack   Full of all her belongings      A kiss from the window   Tells me she loves me   And how she's sending   Letters and drawings   But the letters never came      So I waited by the phone   To hear it ring   Waited by the phone   To hear it ring   Waited by the phone   To hear it ring      Goodbye angel   Hands in your pockets   Maybe tomorrow   Maybe you'll call me sometime   Small towns to cities   She one day calls me   Tells me that she's married   I took it badly      Moments of silence   Sounds of her laughing   "When are you sending   Letters and drawings?"      But the letters never came   So I waited by the phone   To hear it ring   Waited by the phone   To hear it ring   Waited by the phone   To hear it ring      Goodbye angel   Hear you're successful   Maybe tomorrow   Maybe you'll come back sometime   Hands in your pockets   Here's where you left me   Only with memories   When we were just 16      But the letters never came   So I waited by the phone   To hear it ring   Waited by the phone   To hear it ring   Waited by the phone   To hear it ring   Waited by the phone   To hear it ring