Finale

Honest I didn’t see the bus
But I’m lying in the road
The traffic hurtling past my head
I don’t think I can be dead

Now a crowd has gathered round me
But there’s hardly any sound
The man who is attending me
Begins to shake his head

Then I hear sirens coming
The crowd begin to smile
“Now he’s going to be alright
in just a little while!”

Soon I start relaxing
As people hurry to my aid
But then it all goes quiet again
And the sirens begin to fade

Soon the noises in the distance
In my ears no longer ring
Instead celestial music swells
as the fat lady starts to sing.