ABBA - When All Is Said and Done

Here’s to us,

one more toast

and then we’ll pay the bill.

Deep inside,

both of us

can feel the autumn chill.

Birds of passage,

you and me,

we fly instinctively.

When the summer’s over

and the dark clouds hide the sun.

Neither you nor I’m to blame,

when all is said and done.

In our lives

we have walked

some strange and lonely tracks.

Slightly worn

but dignified,

and not too old for sex.

We’re still striving for the sky,

no taste for humble pie.

Thanks for all your generous love,

and thanks for all the fun.

Neither you nor I’m to blame,

when all is said and done.

It’s so strange,

when you’re down

and lying on the floor,

how you rise,

shake your head,

get up and ask for more.

Clear-headed and open-eyed,

with nothing left untried,

standing calmly at the crossroads,

no desire to run.

There’s no hurry any more,

when all is said and done.

Standing calmly at the crossroads,

no desire to run.

There’s no hurry any more,

when all is said and done.