(Edward C. Redding)
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?