You're on your own don't back out You count the cards you're still in luck An endless moment of silence You're arms are cold you're still awake The singing dawn about to break You've burned the midnight oil In the moment we win In the moment we lose Everyone is so lost You hope this all is not in vain Give all your heart come out the same A semi-posthumous greeting Should you turn yourself around Nobody's voice is left to hound Your humming thoughts are repeating In the moment we win In the moment we lose Everyone of us is so very Very lost