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