236. The End Of A Love Affair (1950)

Lyrics and music Edward C. Redding

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 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

(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

 

2nd version

[stereo]

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 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

(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

first to sing Mabel Mercer