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?