Every phone call that comes at night,
fills my heart with fright,
who is next, who is next,
this is what life has become,
with sadness, I wait for my flight,
till then life goes on,
I keep rowing my boat,
every morning I get up,
I send a thank you note,
and try to stay upright,
every night I go to bed,
I say, if this be my last,
let me dream, let me dream,
so that when I go,
the journey be funny and bright.