Overs

[Verse 1: Paul Simon]

Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?

The game is over, over, over

No good times, no bad times

There's no times at all

Just The New York Times

Sitting on the windowsill

Near the flowers

[Verse 2: Paul Simon]

We might as well be apart

It hardly matters, we sleep separately

And drop a smile passing in the hall

But there's no laughs left

'Cause we laughed them all

And we laughed them all

In a very short time

[Bridge: Art Garfunkel]

Time is tapping on my forehead

Hanging from my mirror

Rattling the teacups

And I wonder

[Verse 3: Paul Simon]

How long can I delay?

We're just a habit like saccharin

And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue

But each time I try on

The thought of leaving you

[Outro: Paul Simon]

I stop

Stop and think it over