The thrill is gone

I'm too tired to deceive you
I can't pretend there's nothing wrong
Who'll be the first to say it -
that the thrill is gone
and we'll never get it back

And when we talk of old acquaintance
and speak like two strangers all day long
the only four words that I hear
are the thrill is gone
and we'll never get it back

And when evening drops like curtains
and "goodbye" hangs on and on and on
I don't need the ghost of sleep and dreams to tell me
that the thrill is gone
and we'll never get it back