Darling, We're Out Of Time.   The sweet days of spring are gone.   The wine that pours from the keg is bitter in dranks.      Some say we gave it our best.   So let's not bring up the rest.   No sense in talking.   We know where we went wrong.      But Darling, we're out of time.   All of the flowers are dead and they're dying   And leaves are tumbling down off of the tress.   Darling, we're out of time,    So pack up that old circus tent   Even the animals know that this is the end.   Darling, we're out of time   Darling, we're out of time...      Our best days have come   Our best days are gone   It's already hard   Let's not make it harder   Darling, we're out of time   So put on that dirty, red lipstick   You dress like a chick drawn by an outsider artist.      But Darling, we're out of time.   All of the flowers are dead and they're dying   And leaves are tumbling down off of the tress.   Darling, we're out of time,    So pack up that old circus tent   Even the animals know that this is the end.   Darling, we're out of time   Darling, we're out of time...