So Am I

Our room across is a mile wide

She comes, and look now

how you are the fireside

I'm watching

She's waiting to show you

the pearls in her Betty Clark eyes

she sighs the whistling winds you sail in

She cries and you are alive

she's saying she's sorry and oh,

So am I

So am I

For ninety seven days

that should have been an hour

I know

it's all you can do

when she's so very near

Praise be

The king of the settee

and his Guinivere

I'll get up and go out

and no doubt

You're giving it all to her, oh

So am I

So am I

The ninety seven days,

the fifteen blessed hours

And it's easy

As it goes, so am I

How an hour of ninety days will

soon run out of time

The weight of the world

has the head in your hands

She's indian- giving again

You're sorry and sick

and you know

So am I

So am I

That ninety seven days

and fifteen sodding hours

came to nothing

Taken in?

So was I

She's going going gone and you know

That's fine

And so am I