So Am I

Our room across is a mile wide
She comes and look now how you are the fireside
Im watching, shes waiting to show you the pearls in her
Betsy Clark eyes
She sighs the whistling winds you sail in
She cries and you are alive
Shes saying shes sorry and oh,
So am I So am
I For ninety seven days that should have been an hour
I know its all you can do when shes so very near
Praise be the
King of the settee and his
Guinivere
Ill get up and go out and no doubt
Youre giving it all to her, oh
So am I So am
I The ninety-seven days the fifteen blessed hours
And its easy as it goes, so am
I How and hour of ninety days will soon run out of time
The weight of the world has the head in your hands [Shes Indian giving again]
Youre sorry and sick and you know
So am I So am
I The ninety seven days and fifteen sodding hours came to nothing
Taken in?
So was I Shes going, going gone and you know thats fine
And so am
I