My eyes can’t believe what they have seen.
In the corner of your room you’ve stockpiled millions of my memories.
Oh Doctor, Doctor, I must have gotten this sick somehow.
I’m going to ask you a series of questions,
And I want them answered on the spot, right now.
“Is it serious?”
“I’m afraid it is”.
“Am I gonna die?”
“Well son, death is gonna catch up to all one day,
But yours is coming quicker than ours, than ours”.
Some things I may have taken for granted again and again,
Well here’s what was said then
Hold your head high heavy heart.
So take a chance and make it big,
Cause it’s the last you’ll ever get.
If we don’t take it, when will we make it?
I make plans to break plans,
And I’ve been planning something big, planning something big.