I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to admit That I'm terrified Sc-scared to death of the end When the finale comes and takes my breath away And leaves me wanting more The black swallows me whole Swallows me alone But with the confidence of a death bed at least I refuse to let go But why Why are you waiting for heaven to find you When do you die I said get busy living or get busy waiting All the passion's in the first draft anyway All alone, that's how we're rushing in I just assumed I'd see my, I'd see myself out While I'm here, I pour myself a drink And just get used to the room Get used to the room After all It's not where you are, it's who you're with finding peace Peace and companion and It's not the sand it's the mate A life without love is a life that's destitute Why are you waiting for ghosts to drag you in the light I said let's get busy living or get bust writing There's no passion in revision, or didn't you know All alone The black swallows me whole Swallows me alone But with the arrogance of a death bed at least I refuse to let go Why are you waiting for heaven to find you But why, Why are you waiting for heaven to find you Why do you die I said get busy living or get busy writing All the passion's in the first draft anyway.