Some friends come in and out of view
Last time I looked we were dancing like dogs on fire
Now I'm laughing with your little girl
Laughing about my sunburn on that day
Oh, it's good to see you smile
I remember how you held me as I cried
Flailing like a landed fish
Trying to get back to before this day went awry
But who would make the cut
When our time is up
And everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh
It's coming
Like an explorer clearing ground
Swinging your blade, flashing in the sun
You come right through my moping
Pick me up and then was on your way
I treasure the stars
We'll always have
I don't remember where we were
Don't think we'd return
These moments are fleeting as they are pure
But I think you'd make the cut
When our time is up
Everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh
It's coming
Everybody for the last time
Come here to me for the last time
Will it be a fireball from the sky?
Or will we all take to the bed
Laid low by a new pox?
Or will the wrong guy get the codes?
Whose arms will I seek?
Whose eyes would I meet in the final throws
And say it was good to be human?
To be a human with you here
Who would make the cut
When our time is up?
And everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh
I think you'd make the cut
When our time is up
And everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming, the end is nigh
It's coming
Oh, hold me, it's coming
Hold me, it's coming
Hold me, it's coming
Hold me, it's coming
Hold me, it's coming
Hold me, it's coming
Hold me, it's coming
Artist: Johnny Griffin
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