Lyrics:

Time for the final bow
Rows of deserted houses all our stablemates are highway-bound
Give us our measly sum
Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly. We're starting out with nothing but crippling doubt

We'll rest easy
Justified
I've suffered a swift defeat
I'll endure countless repeats
The gift of memory is an awful curse
With age it just gets much worse
But I won't mind
I won't mind
I won't mind
I won't mind