Now it's over, and now it's done; Why does everything look the same? Just as bright, the unheeding sun, -- Can't it see that the parting came? People hurry and work and swear, Laugh and grumble and die and wed, Ponder what they will eat and wear, -- Don't they know that our love is dead?
Just as busy, the crowded street; Cars and wagons go rolling on, Children chuckle, and lovers meet, -- Don't they know that our love is gone? No one pauses to pay a tear; None walks slow, for the love that's through, -- I might mention, my recent dear, I've reverted to normal, too.