Last night I got chased on down the hallnRolling down like a cannonballnIt ended up on out in the yardnAnd attached to the back was a postcardnI didn't read it 'coz I hatengoodbyesnI couldn't read it 'coz it stung my eyesnMy feet were hard from the cold cementnBut I've still got the stamps from the letter you sentnI will find a waynTo get onnIf it takes all daynOn and onnSpin me out I'm feeling as lightnas a feathernCount me out I'm breathing better than evernWring me out I'm soaked right through to the bonenPut me in to get second wind again