Time for the final bow
Rows of deserted houses all
Our stable mates highway bound
Give us our measly sum
Getting the air inside my lungs
Is heavenly starting out
With nothing but
Crippling doubt
We'll rest easy
Justified
Suffered a swift defeat
I'll endure countless repeats
The gift of memories
An awful curse
With age it just
Gets much worse
But I won't mind
I won't mind