When I've recycled all my plans laid best,
when the bandleader takes his last request;
when she stops coming 'round that mount,
when old Father Time has lost count,
when those poor buffalo stop roaming and sit down for a rest.
When I've got front row centres for the final show,
when that fat lady clears her chubby throat;
when hell flies and time freezes over,
when they repossess my four-leaf clover,
when I'm the foreman of the jury and spoil my vote.
When Mother Nature has her tubes tied tight,
when I've said I have seen the dawns early light;
when my chin is trading down 5/8ths,
when there's a margin call on all my faith,
when all the facts that I have factored are no longer right.
When the river dries and the desert cries,
when the cow jumps through the Friendly Skies;
when the bullet tastes like bubble gum,
when the sun is slightly underdone,
when the inspector finds all my forgotten alibi's.
When I pray the word is not yet complete,
when I feel that my pencil wants to sleep;
when I know the ending is near,
when the poems start fading to tears,
when the curtain falls and the audience jumps to their feet.
When my senses sense it's time to go,
when I've thought all I'll think and known all I'll know;
when the dealer smiles and bids farewell,
when the spirits toll their timely bell,
when I walk on stage and take my final bow;
when the blue waves still crawl up on the shore.
when the lightning strikes, the thunder still roars,
when the jungle still whispers, the lion still roars,
when my bones turn to dust beneath the earth's dirty floor;
Oh God what I wouldn't give,
for one moment more.