Time for the final bow
Rows of deserted houses
All our stablemates
highway bound
Give us our measly sum
Getting the air
inside my lungs
Is heavenly
starting out
With nothing
but crippling doubt
We'll rest easy
Justified
Suffered a swift defeat
I'll endure
countless repeats
The gift of memory's
an awful curse
With age it just
gets much worse
But I won't mind
I won't mind
I won't mind
I won't mind