So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast
And I`m reckless it`s true, but what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?
So I talk a little too much and I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud when I`m out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare
Do they know, do they care, that it`s only that I`m lonely
And low as can be?
And the smile on my face isn`t really a smile at all!
So I smoke a little too much and I drink a little too much
And the tunes I request aren`t always the best
But the ones where the trumpets blare!
So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it`s taking your place
But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair?
So I smoke a little too much and I drink a little too much
And the tunes I request aren`t always the best
But the ones where the trumpets blare!
So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it`s taking your place
But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair?