So this is the end
Can I pack up my troubles now
And ship them all home? Shoot myself home
For good, good, good, good
Are you sure it's the end
'Cause not much has changed 'round here for a while
For as long as I dare to think
Of you sitting 'round a table
Coffee or wine
Signing off with a fountain pen
Who's left around the doors
Will I recognize you all
Or have you grown away from me
Since I've been away
So long, long, long, long (Ooh-ah-ah)
And then I think
Of you sitting 'round a table
Déjeuner à douze
Making peace with a pen
