So take your time And wrap it in cellophane This ain't your life's work That you made with plastic paint Don't waste a handshake Don't give up when you're halfway There won't be time left At the end of the second-last day It's so unkind But it slips out so easily I pulled a loose line And it all fell apart on me The cab is waiting And I've set up the effigy I'm done berating It's your turn to loft at me