feat. George Benson
  
  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?