Thank you.There might come a time when every word is saidAnd there's not even space to write between the linesThere's no plan B, baby, I'm afraidI've got to ride the train wherever I'm atI take home the painI'm too late for breaking throughBut hell, I still have a sip of coffeeOn that old service station bluesYou can keep all of the moneyYou can take all of the fineFor I know you need it badlyYou don't have to be ashamedI'm just in it for the smilesFor the moments in betweenAnd I know that I can't stop itFor I know it will be hellFor it's all that keeps me goingIf you ever see meQuit, I bet I'm deadI bet I'm deadI'm glad you got all saltedFor your plans that cannot fightWhile I wish you all the luck that you will needI've been down into the dungeonsWhere the sun would never shineWherever I goFrom here it can't be worseSummer, you might never stumbleMaster, you will never fallFind out, despair's a bird's shadeNot a curseYou might call me an idiotBut sure, that's what I've always beenI've taken business plans and schedulesThrow them right into the binFor I have to keep on goingI don't care if I'm dead or aliveI don't think there's too much choiceFor the smile upon a voiceFor the rescue of a heartFor the good and for the badIf you ever see meQuit, I bet I'm deadQuit, I bet I'm deadI bet I'm deadQuit, I bet I'm deadQuit, I bet I'm dead