I'm too tired to deceive you I can't pretend there's nothing wrong Who'll be the first to say it - that the thrill is gone and we'll never get it back And when we talk of old acquaintance and speak like two strangers all day long the only four words that I hear are the thrill is gone and we'll never get it back And when evening drops like curtains and "goodbye" hangs on and on and on I don't need the ghost of sleep and dreams to tell me that the thrill is gone and we'll never get it back