I'm Leaving

I look at the bay
On this sweet summer's day
And I'm leaving
I can't stand the throng
And I've been here too long
So I'm leaving

The wedded may say
That all I do is play
But I'm leaving
Could be that I'm missing out
That I'm just a boyish lout
Take your pick and give me a stick
Anything, I'm leaving

I'll miss your auburn hair
Incredulous stare
And garish behavior, I know
But in the final stretch
I'd feel such a wretch
Groveling by your toes, so

Maybe out to lunch
But don't bear me a grudge
Now I'm leaving
I know you'll be fine
Sap the blood but not mine
Now I'm leaving

Now I'm leaving
Wow, I'm leaving