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Here's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the bill

Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill

Birds of passage, you and me

We fly instinctively

When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun

Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done

In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely tracks

Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex

We're 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 I'm to blame when all is said and done

It's so strange when you're 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

There's no hurry any more when all is said and done

Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run

There's no hurry any more when all is said and done