Walking by strangers 
Stranger than me 
We talk of the future 
Between you and me 

Sweet little darling 
Where will we be 
Sweet little darling 
Where will we be 

It's hard to conceive it 
All comes to an end 
A joke when it's funny, well
I laugh and pretend 

We're fools to believe it 
We're fools to try 
To slow down this seemingly 
Nonstop July