Our room across is a mile wide
she comes, and look now
how you are the fireside
i'm watching
she's waiting to show you
the pearls in her betty clark eyes
she sighs the whistling winds you sail in
she cries and you are alive
she's saying she's sorry and oh,
so am i
so am i
for ninety seven days
that should have been an hour
I know
it's all you can do
when she's so very near
praise be
the king of the settee
and his guinivere
i'll get up and go out
and no doubt
you're giving it all to her, oh
so am i
so am i
the ninety seven days,
the fifteen blessed hours
And it's easy
as it goes, so am i
how an hour of ninety days will
soon run out of time
the weight of the world
has the head in your hands
she's indian- giving again
you're sorry and sick
and you know
so am i
so am i
that ninety seven days
and fifteen sodding hours
came to nothing
taken in?
so was i
she's going going gone and you know
that's fine
And so am i