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