Gold

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?

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?