I can be some brutal
or so you say you can tell
but stop and look again
this could be a match made in heaven
for two angels straight from hell

We could sit here
and stare the clock down
stare it right off the wall
or we could dust off our top hat and spats
and strike out on a crawl

Now I know what it's like to be drunk
and I know what it's like to be sober
I know what it is to be young
and quickly growing older

The safest bet by a long-shot
is to keep time hung up on the wall
make believe we can predict
just which way it's going to go

So shake those dice honey
and give them a blow
by the time they hit the velvet
you know how it's going to go

We could do it up something like a drug
we know just where that is sold
It's back to throwing out a life-line
to draw some heat out of this late winter's cold