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 this took so long to write
  There will be other words some other day
  But that's the story of my life
    There's comfot in my coffee cup and apples in the early fall
  They're pulling all the moorings up and gathering at the Legion Hall
  They swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade
  Nothing left for a dream 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'll 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 anymore
    Stack the chairs on the table tops
  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