A says he's glad to be here, b's chasing storms in the lightning state,
Where everyday above the ground is a good day, and your life is great.
A's got a cocaine body, b's got a benylin brain,
A knows he's gonna be somebody, b don't believe in fame.

And all our time slips away

A's got a girl for each season, b's got a mail order bride,
A knows he's headed for salvation, b's afraid to die.
If hell is in the detail, babe, I'm a microscope,
I know I'll live to see you swinging, given enough rope.

And all our time slips away

A's growing tired of conversation, he's already for his final scene,
B's whistling hotel California, and still living out the dream.
Here we are together, let's role the dice one more time,
Odd number says we walk away now, even says we die…don't wanna die.

And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away

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