One day I'll survive to see my ending What a thing to look forward to After all the stress I've been defending What do I get back when I'm through? What can a dead man get from you? I know I'm not getting any younger And it's getting pretty old Everybody says my days are numbered That's something I don't need to be told You know I already know Listen, love, I love the way it's going But it's going, that's the thing Every day's a day less I'll be knowing All the chances that I have to bring Some more love into the ring Maybe you'll beat me to your own ending What a thing to look forward to I've spent everyday constantly spending All my time and thoughts on no one but you When you're gone, what can I do?