Honey—come on, get dressed;
listen closely: this one goes down
to the wire. Leave your bags–quit
the joke–don't stick around to see
our story ending. No pretending.

You hear what I said?
Get up and don't roll over.
Where the hell will you stand
when the night is done?
On the bed's a gun, a skeleton
key, twelve silver coins and one thick
dog–eared novel. Still, I marvel:
after all this, you'll forget my name.

After your foot feels for the steps
in a darkened stairwell.
After your fingers blindly
hunt for a banister rail.
After you count so many flights
you run out of numbers.
There goes the light, here
comes the thief: honey, please...

You got to get out–oh
no! the coal eyed robber
picked the lock and just
killed all the lights.
Cut it short; I'll be alright;
double your pace and beat me
to the border. That's an order.
(After all this, you'll forget my name.)