"Once we get to the end of this song then it will begin again" So you said in our bed I was watching light slip through the blinds to find your skin "Take your medicine and I won't ask where you've been Live your lost weekend, I know you've wanted it Get big, little kid And I can't say why each day doesn't quite fit the space we saved for it" But if that space now demands that you throw up both your hands, that you call it quits "And take your midnight trip I know you've dreamed of it And walk your sunset strip, 'cause I think you've needed it to get big, little kid But just remember that our love only got this good Because of some younger days that you'd like to outstrip So drink your cup down to the dregs we'll leave that club on shaking legs With another guy, but just remember: I'm not him Oh And take your medicine and I won't ask where you've been And live your lost weekend, 'cause I know you've wanted it to get big, little kid And once we get to the end of this song, then another will begin"