Time for the final bout. Rows of deserted houses.. All our stable mates 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..