By Billy Joel
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 it 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.
Swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade,
There's 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 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 any more.
Stack the chairs on the tabletops, 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?
9.11.2009
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