I saw a man, the other night On a park bench, on his lonesome He was sitting there He was talking to a fellow But on the other end was nothing But the bitter air And I wonder what its Like to lose my mind And it's a wisdom I hope I never hold And it terrifies me half to death The thought of going off the end To lose control I'm scared of things I can't control Falling off the edge Into the deep dark hole My vision blurs My speech it slurs My hair and teeth fall out Oh, time's a bitter curse My skin, my youth, my sanity My health, my wealth My spright, my mental clarity These the things I hope to keep But its only time Like Christmas Day I count my sleeps