I think I'll end this life the way it began,
Screaming, starving, in total shock,
Naked and desperate for love of a woman.

I still have no clear clues or master plan,
Always fighting against my ticking biological clock,
I think I'll end this life the way it began.

Looking on, like a shell-shocked jilted best-man
Clutching the sobbing groom, taking stock,
Feeling naked and desperate for love of a woman.

Crooked and wizened, wrapped in an ancient afghan,
Staring through the bars of this metaphysical cellblock,
I think I'll end this life the way it began.

Hanging from the window-ledge, like a rung-twice postman
Hiding from the suddenly returned husband, a laughingstock,
Naked and desperate for love of a woman.

Trying to second-guess the events in our lifespan
Will only make us petrify into the bedrock.
So, I think I'll end this life the way it began,
Naked and desperate for love of a woman.