Lyrics:

The chips are down, you're in the game
But win or lose, you feel the same
Another bottle in the hand
You're sick of life and its demands
You're taking off in the night
You're coming in when it's light
You make it up to the wife
You say you're wrong when it's right

You think you got me all worked out
I'll see you off you and your crowd
Another bottle takes a man
You're sick of life and its demands

Come to be where I can see
Way beyond the stars
So my friends what's it to be?
Open up your arms
(This is all, my friends)

I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up (and here I come)
I'm coming up
I'm coming up
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up) (and here I come)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up)
I'm coming up (coming, coming, coming up) (and here I come)