It’s always me in the only seat   That has a canopy   There to screw up the best laid plans   Of those with company      I’d like nothing more to do   Than to watch the desperation on your face   I might send you straght to hell   Like it’s worse to end up in this place      If I gave you, one night to live   Would you know who to choose to take home   And if she falls asleep before the night is through   Because she has to go to work   And you don’t      And the night’s getting longer   And your skin’s getting colder   And you won’t get much older      And you try to move towards her   But you can’t move your shoulder   And you’re sight’s getting dimmer   Maybe if you kick her   But your leg’s getting weaker   And she’s such a deep sleeper   And you would get a snorer   To share your last hour   You sure picked a winner   And time’s seeming slower   And now you can’t see her   All you see is a timer   Moving backwards and forwards   And the night’s getting longer   And your skin’s getting colder