G              C7    G/f#     
Time for the final bow.
G            C7       G/f#  G        C
Rows of deserted houses all are stable made.
D     D1
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.


[[Repeats the rest of the song]]