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 his place
But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?