"Overs" as written by and Paul Simon....
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is 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.

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.

Is tapping on my forehead,
Hanging from my mirror,
Rattling the teacups,

And I wonder,
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,
I stop...
I stop and think it over

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"Overs" as written by Paul Simon

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    General CommentThe voices are both singing solo verses here, which is relatively strange for S&G, but works very well. One of their most poetic songs, and to think a man who was only in his 20s wrote it.
    Constant refs to time, and I love
    'No good times, no bad times
    There's no times at all just the NY Times'
    Very clever and meaningful lyrics all through, and it kind of starts and ends with the word 'Over' but in different ways.
    Melancholy at its best.
    starangelon May 08, 2005   Link

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