The joker’s on the left of me, the vulture’s on my rightnIt seems to me that there’s no end in sightnMy quiet den is crowded with the screams of rescue menBut I am hoping no one else will seennThe lion in the basement starts to sing its somber tunenWarning me that confrontation loomsnBrittle bones and sticks and stones the weapons that I choosenIt’s a fight I can’t afford to loosenn‘Cause it’s a long way downnAs I loose my grip I slowly start to drownnBut you’re my saving gracenThrough the water I can almost see your facenAnd it gives me hopennAnd I’ve never felt, like this beforenAnd my nerves are wearing thinnBut I know you’re here, somewhere withinnI know we’ll see the end