It's a sad time
There's no more love left in it
It's a bad time
There's no good way to quit it
There's a heartache coming, yes, I know
You'd think I
You'd think I'd just let it go, but no

I remember the good times
The love we shared together
You and me times
It just couldn't get no better
But I can't keep holding memories
They don't touch me
But they just won't let me be

Am I a fool to believe
That this love could last longer
Am I a fool If I leave
When this love could grow stronger
What do you do when you know
That your love's breaking down
Do you walk away, do you turn it around, oh...

It's a sad time
It's a bad, bad, bad time

Am I a fool to believe
That this love could last longer
Am I a fool If I leave
When this love could grow stronger
What do you do when you know
That your love's breaking down
Do you walk away, turn it around, oh...

It's a sad time
There's no more love left in it
It's a bad time
No good way to quit it
It's a sad, sad, sad time, yeah
It's a bad, bad, bad time, ooh, yeah
Sad, sad, sad time, yeah
Bad, bad, bad time, ooh, yeah
Sad time, sad time
No more love left in it

Smokey Robinson

Arguably the greatest songwriter of the latter half of the 20th century, Robinson’s timeless creations for Motown, both for his own group and for other artists, provided the ultimate example of what a pop song can be. From The Beatles to Bob Dylan, the rest of the 60s followed in his wake

As if that wasn’t enough, he created a whole new genre in the mid-70s with “quiet storm”, a radio format named after one of his songs. He continues writing and performing today.