“You have ten minutes to live. You have a pen and paper. Write. In 3...2...1...” Thank you my love your body was light Thank you my sons you are hope Thank you my landlord for keeping my nights Thank you my friends for the dope Nothing but memories and single malt scotch Nothing is there when time runs out my watch Everything living and dying at once Here I am there you are and it doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit Get out hypocritical measly church mice your bells never did ring till twelve I’ll get nothing from you but I’ll give some advice: Take a break from your eternal selves Nothing but martinis, old hopes and lost dreams No one to help me with outrageous schemes Everything dying and living at once there you are, here I was and the rhyme doesn’t work for a’ that (Interlude) Nothing is left but my body in bed Everyone's waiting until I am dead Stories and rumours don't mean as much now Here we are, How are you And our time's running out like my breath Farewell to those beautiful women, my friends to music, to food and to wine Goodbye to nakedness, sweat and the bends I’ll be gone, but you’ll do just fine. I’ll be gone, but you’ll do just fine. I’ll be gone, but you’ll do just fine. © 2016 words and music by Edward Moll (SOCAN) Listen to a snippet of the song and buy online today!