The joker’s on the left of me, the vulture’s on my right   It seems to me that there’s no end in sight   My quiet den is crowded with the screams of rescue me   But I am hoping no one else will see      The lion in the basement starts to sing its somber tune   Warning me that confrontation looms   Brittle bones and sticks and stones the weapons that I choose   It’s a fight I can’t afford to loose      ‘Cause it’s a long way down   As I loose my grip I slowly start to drown   But you’re my saving grace   Through the water I can almost see your face   And it gives me hope      And I’ve never felt, like this before   And my nerves are wearing thin   But I know you’re here, somewhere within   I know we’ll see the end