I gave you my last box of matches Do you remember when We were living up in the Klondike And you had run out of gin Truck driving friend of mine said You was in the noose Director of the asylum...
Sing out, so I can hear you once again You're in my mind now No doubt that I will always be your friend Your pictures here, with me, again Slow days, so slowly they start to feel They never end here...
I wouldn't be laughing in your shoes I wouldn't do that if I was you I wouldn't be laughin' in your shoes, no way Better watch out what you wish for Think long and hard what you live for Better watch...
If I could turn, run with a kiss Would you surrender, maybe resist Letting it go, all that there is Make an escape and walk out on this Swimming in wine, you'll be the first in line to fall So far...