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. Bridge: 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?