All my days are numbered 
All my days 
Oh what a daze I'm under 
Oh what a daze 

Found each other looking 
she was perching, 
he was standing tall 
shotgun wedding 
and a [bad word] in the fall 
Forty years later she's burying 
what he gave her with a cross 
She had his good suit pressed 
wishing she [bad word] along 

We all want to live forever 
At least die together 
Our hope, this won't be 

The End. 

They tell her keep believing 
that the good lord 
will receive him well 
That's all that's left 
as far as she can tell 
It's anybody's guess 
where we're finally 
put to rest in the end, 
you best live well 
while you can, while you can