Show's over. It's too late I've got nothing to say for myself On the eve of the Great Big Running Out And I'm so far away, at the end of the day I guess we had a good run, but I won't feel a thing til it's long gone NOW I'm sobering up I'm rubbing my eyes I stayed up too late, NOW I gotta Watch the sun rise So who's hand is on the switch anyways? And who's getting stuck with the cost In the event of a great big shutting off? And how many of us can honestly say We'd stand even a chance alone In the aftermath of the inevitable crash? NOW I've come to expect Just more of the same But in the absolute worst possible way