When All Is Said And Done sing and play along

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 nor I'm to blame when all is said and done.

In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks,

slightly worn, dignified and not too old for sex.

We're still striving for the sky,

no taste for humble pie.

Thanks for all your gen'rous love and thanks for all the fun.

Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done.