Three, two, one, a final song
It's time to run before we all run out of time
Stoned and tired undesired
The clock keeps ticking constantly
Though we know that it ends incessantly
An hour more or less have to confess
Not what I planned in my mind's eye
Somehow it was charming
The last train left us the morning
And the time to say goodbye
One Final Song and you're gone
You learned it from the streets up to the news
To stay inside who's ever shoes
Painting pictures in our minds
Declines the funeral
Having no time left to lose
No time to lose
An hour more or less have to confess
Not what I planned in my mind's eye
Somehow it was charming
The last train left us the morning
And the time to say goodbye
One Final Song
One Final Song
One Final Song and you're gone
