So this is the end
Can I pack up my troubles now?
And ship them all home? Shoot myself home
For good, good, good, good?
Are you sure it's the end?
'Cause not much has changed 'round here for a while
For as long as I dare to think

Of you sitting 'round a table
Coffee or wine?
Signing off with a fountain pen

Who's left around the doors?
Will I recognize you all?
Or have you grown away from me?
Since I've been away
So long, long, long, long (Ooh-ah-ah)
And then I think

Of you sitting 'round a table
Déjeuner à douze
Making peace with a pen