a says he's glad to be here,
b's chasing storm in the lightning state
where everyday above ground is a good day
and life is great.
a's got a cocaine body,
b's got a benylin brain,
a knows he's gonna be somebody,
b don't believe in fame

and all our time slips away

a's got a girl for each season,
b's got a mail order bride,
a knows he's headed for salvation,
b's afraid to die.
if hell is in the detail,
babe, i'm a microscope,
i know i'll live to see you swinging,
given enough rope.

and all our time slips away

a's growing tired of conversation,
he's ready for his final scene,
b's whistling hotel california
and still living out the dream.
here we are together,
let's roll the dice just one more time,
odd number says we walk away now,
even says we die... don't wanna die.

and all our time slips away
and all our time slips away.