| In Twenty Years or So |
|---|
| What’s there to lose |
| For a ghost in a cheap rental suit |
| Clinging to a rock that is hurtling through space? |
| And what’s to regret |
| For a speck on a speck on a speck |
| Made more ridiculous the more serious he gets? |
| Oh, it’s easy to forget |
| Oh, I read somewhere |
| That in twenty years |
| More or less |
| This human experiment will reach its violent end |
| But I look at you |
| As our second drinks arrive |
| The piano player’s playing «This Must Be the Place» |
| And it’s a miracle to be alive |
| One more time |
| There’s nothing to fear |
| There’s nothing to fear |
| There’s nothing to fear |
