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.