IF I O.D. ON CHARM LAYING HERE IN YOUR ARMS
IT MIGHT NOT BE A BAD WAY TO GO
CAUSE MOST OF US WILL RUST ON THE WAY TO THE DUST
AND THE FALL IS BOTH QUICK AND TOO SLOW

I'VE GOT NO HOME TO RUN TO
BUT PLENY TO RUN FROM
I WAS UP HALF THE NIGHT
BURYING HATCHES LACED WITH RUM

AS THE MOMENTS TURN TO HOURS
AND THE HOURS TURN TO YEARS
I HOPE WHAT YOU WISH FOR
IS BIGGER THAN YOUR FEARS

IF I KNEW WHAT YOU WERE THINKING
I'D NEVER WORK AGAIN
IF I KNEW WHAT YOU WERE THINKING
I'D NEVER HAVE ANOTHER FRIEND