Here’s to us, (G)one more toast and then we’ll pay the bill.

Deep in side but (G)both of us can feel the au tumn chill.

Birds of pas sage, you and me, we fly in stinc tive ly.

When the sum mer’s o ver and the dark clouds hide the sun,

nei ther you nor I’m to blame when all is said and done.

In our lives (G)we have walked some strange and lone ly treks,

slight ly worn but (G)dig ni fied and not too old for sex.

We’re still striv ing for the sky, no taste for hum ble pie.

Thanks for all your gen ’rous love and thanks for all the fun.

Nei ther you nor I’m to blame when all is said and done.

Stand ing calm ly at the cross roads, no de sire to run.

There’s no hur ry an y more when all is said and done.