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 joke a little too much
And the tunes I request
are not always the best,
but the ones where
the trumpets blare
So I go at a maddening pace,
and I pretend that it's taking her place
But what else can you do
at the end of a love af fair?
Do they know, do they care that it's only
That I'm so 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 joke a little too much
An d the tunes I request
are not always the best,
but the ones where the
trumpets blare.
So I go at a maddening pace,
and I pre tend that it's taking her place.
But what else can you do
at the end of a love affair?