All Good Things Come To An End - The Grass Roots

Every road you choose to follow

Starts out wide and ends up narrow

No matter how you play the game

It always ends up just the same

All good things come to an end

All good things come to an end

Every year there is a summer

But it always turns to winter

And there is nothing you can do

You must agree that this is true

And so (and so) that brings me on to something that is happening now

That love that lost its flames is always smould’ring now

And that’s as much as it can do

That love belonged to me and you

All good things come to an end

All good things come to an end

What I’m really trying to tell you

Is it’s better that I leave you

The love we had is nearly gone

So let’s not drag it on and on

All good things come to an end, yeah…