I'll be ready when the day comes.
I think I'll know as well -
sat with a betting slip
betting my life
I can turn back the clock
As the last ship drifts
out of the dock.
I'll be ready when the day comes
I think I'll know when it is
Staring at a field
Head filled with
Voices of yesterday
As the last one
Breathes its last.
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