Uh oh
I done run out of
Juice for the engine
Run out of
Powder
For the keg
I drafted meself off to war
Think I’ll break meself’s own legs
Run out of gas
Run out of time
Got lots of soda
But no lime
Ran out of dreams
No need, no sleep
I ran the cards down
Ran them deep
I worry for the future
And I worry for the kids
I’ve got a-million to-do lists
On the back of my eyelids
I dread the bottom of the coffee
And running out of cash
I worry I’ll have wasted youth
When it all turns to ash

I worry about nuclear fallout
And the bills long overdue
But I’ll never have to worry about
running out
of thoughts
of you.