This somber and smokey tune of love and loss was practically written for the saloon. Jimmy Dorsey's orchestra introduced it, but it was quickly snatched up by a number of different artists during the 1950s.
So I walk a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast,
And I'm reckless its 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 at all!
So I smoke a little too much, and I drink 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 its taking your place
But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair?