Darling, we’re out of time, the sweet days of spring are gone
The wine that pours from the keg is bitter and dregs
Some say we gave it our best, so let’s not bring up the rest
No sense in talking, we know where we went wrong

Darling, we’re out of time, all of the flowers are dead and they’re dying, and leaves are tumbling down off of the trees
Darling, we’re out of time, so pack up that old circus tent, even the animals know that this is the end
Darling, we’re out of time

Our best days have come, our best days have gone
It’s already hard, let’s not make it harder
Darling, we’re out of time, so put on that dirty red lipstick
You dress like a chick drawn by an outsider artist

Darling, we’re out

Darling, we’re out, we’re out of time