Intro :
(Paul Simon:)
Why don't we sto p fooling ours elves?
The game is o ver o ver ov er
No g ood times
n o ba d time s
There's n o ti mes at al l
Just The N ew York Times
S ittin g on the wi ndowsill
Near the f lowers
(Paul Simon:)
We might as well be apa rt
It hardly m atters
We s leep separatel y
And drop a smile passi ng in the hal l
But there's n o la ughs le ft
'Cause we l aughed them all
A nd we laughed the m all
In a very short t ime
(Art Garfunkel:)
T ime
Is tapping on my f orehead
H anging from my m irror
R attling the t eacups
And I w onder
(Paul Simon:)
How long can I dela y?
We're just a h abit
Like s accharin
And I'm habi tually f eelin' k inda b lue
But e ach t ime I t ry on the th ought of leaving you
I s top...
Stop and think it over