I'm living in a waiting room on the tenth floor Of a New York City skyscraper Got the paperwork filled out my friend Can you tell me how this story ends
Katie, you're a brave girl And I know it's only just started But I'm gonna be there at six With some flowers on sticks That were clipped just to make
Dear Jack, I'll write you as a friend Dear friend, I fear the end is coming soon To you it's not so clear It's clear to me It's clear as glass Dear Jack