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´re nor I’m 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.

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´re 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 to try

standing calmly at the crossroads,

no desire to run.

There´s no hurry any more,

when all is said and done.