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
