Fuck you. You owe it to me. Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty and I'll still be doin' this. And that's all right 'cause I'm gonna make a run at it. But you, you're sittin' on a winning lottery ticket and you're too much of a pussy to cash it in. And that's bullshit 'cause I'd do anything to have what you got! And so would any of these guys. It'd be a insult to us if you're still here in twenty years.

Let me tell you what I do know. Every day I come by to pick you up, and we go out drinkin' or whatever and we have a few laughs. But you know what the best part of my day is? The ten seconds before I knock on the door 'cause I let myself think I might get there, and you'd be gone. I'd knock on the door and you wouldn't be there. You just left.

Not too late to seek a newer world. For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though, we're not now that's trained, which the old days move earth and heaven. And which we are we are. One equal temper of heros. May we fight time and fate once strong, and will to strive, to seek, to fight, and not to yield.