Heres to us one more toast and then well pay the bill deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill birds of passage you and me we fly instinctively when the summers over and the dark clouds hide the sun neither you nor Im to blame when all is said and done
In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex were still striving for the sky no taste for humble pie thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun neither you nor Im to blame when all is said and done
Its so strange when youre down and lying on the floor how you rise shake your head get up and ask for more clear-headed and open-eyed with nothing left untried standing calmly at the crossroads no desire to run theres no hurry any more when all is said and done