I give thanks again that long nights,nThough they're lonely,nAre lit by stars and end with suns that climbnAnd moon will back me up on thisnJust look up. nYeah, but the moon won't take you out to wine and dine!nYeah, I know, but there her hand is always on my shoulder.nYeah, but every evening we still hear you whine and whine!nOh, I know, but, like a sibling, I neglect her.nWe have no choicenI'm hers and she is mine,nAnd hers is mine, and she is yoursnAnd we're each others.nOh I give up Phil! You're just shouting empty rhymes!nI know (Crying)nThe world's alone and this light's on loannUntil we have grown old enough to pay it back with our gruesome rottingnAnd our lives are just long saggings of the spine,nSo here I sit hunched over a candle in the black night.nThanksgiving nHere I hug my sorrow tight.