If you have to ask, you're streets behind

Get me some rope, tie me to dream

Give me the hope, to run out of steam

Somebody said, it could be here

We could be roped up, tied up, dead in a year

I can't count the reasons I should stay

One by one they all just fade away

The 88 -- At Least It Was Here (opening theme version)

(wow that looks really garish, I'm sorry about that)