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?