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
   So am I