So I walk a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast
And I’m reckless its 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 at all!

So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much
And the tunes I request are not always the best
But the ones wherе the trumpets blare!

So I go at a maddеning pace
And I pretend that its taking your place
But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair?