Last night I got chased on down the hall Rolling down like a cannonball It ended up on out in the yard And attached to the back was a postcard I didn't read it 'coz I hate goodbyes I couldn't read it 'coz it stung my eyes My feet were hard from the cold cement But I've still got the stamps from the letter you sent I will find a way To get on If it takes all day On and on Spin me out I'm feeling as light as a feather Count me out I'm breathing better than ever Wring me out I'm soaked right through to the bone Put me in to get second wind again