One day I'll survive to see my ending
What a thing to look forward to
After all the stress I've been defending
What do I get back when I'm through?
What can a dead man get from you?
I know I'm not getting any younger
And it's getting pretty old
Everybody says my days are numbered
That's something I don't need to be told
You know I already know
Listen, love, I love the way it's going
But it's going, that's the thing
Every day's a day less I'll be knowing
All the chances that I have to bring
Some more love into the ring
Maybe you'll beat me to your own ending
What a thing to look forward to
I've spent everyday constantly spending
All my time and thoughts on no one but you
When you're gone, what can I do?