Sitting here in Avalon, looking at the pouring rain
Summertime has come and gone and everybody's home again.
Closing down for the season, I found the last of the souvenirs.
I can still taste the wedding cake and it's sweet after all these years.
These are the last words I have to say
That's why this took so long to write.
There will be other words some other day
But that's the story of my life.
There's Comfort in my coffee cup and apples in the early fall
They're pulling all the moorings up and gathering at the Legion Hall.
They swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade.
Nothing left for a dreamer now, only one final serenade.
And these are the last words I have to say
Before another age goes by.
With all those other songs I'll have to play
But that's the story of my life.
And it's so clear standing here where I am.
Ain't that what justice is for?
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn anymore.
Stack the chairs on the table tops
Hang the sheets on the chandeliers
It slows down but it never stops
Ain't it sweet after all these years
And these are the last words I have to say
It's always hard to say goodbye!
But now it's time to put this book away
Ain't that the story of my life?

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