Then I pass out in all my clothes just as the day is dawning

This song has been in my head lately. There are people it reminds me of. What I'd really like is the version by Alan Rickman, with himself at the piano, from the production of Private Lives that I saw at the Rodgers Theatre in 2002. (Whatever trepidation I feel about the rest of the cast of the new Sweeney Todd, I think he will make a fine Judge Turpin.) But in the absence of him, or Noel Coward, Portia Nelson will do.

If Love Were All (Portia Nelson)

I believe in doing what I can
Crying when I must
Laughing when I choose
Heigh-ho, if love were all
I would be lonely

I believe the more you love a man
The more you give your trust
The more you're bound to lose
Although when shadows fall
I think if only

Somebody splendid really needed me
Someone affectionate and dear
Cares would be ended if I knew that he
Wanted to have me near

But I believe that since my life began
The most I've had is just
A talent to amuse
Heigh-ho, if love were all