From the recording Rock Another Day

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Death and I have a nodding acquaintance
Met on a few occasions, that’s all
He said, “You’re close to the edge
But don’t worry – I’ll catch you when you fall”
I said, “Thanks for the offer
I didn’t know you were the chivalrous kind”
And then I ran for my life
Leaving him smiling behind
Run away when he whispers your name
Say no if he asks you to dance
Run away – He says, “This is my game
You don’t stand a ghost of a chance”
Time went by and I almost forgot him
Then once in a crowded room
For no reason at all
I felt the chill of the tomb
That night I heard on the stairway
A light but somehow ominous tread
It made me sit up and take notice
He bowed from the waist at the foot of my bed
He said, “To continue our conversation
Did you know I’m considered a patron of the arts?
I’ve been the subject of sonnets
I’ve stopped a lot of hearts”
I said, “I’m well aware of your reputation
But I must decline with regret
Your kind invitation
Some day but not yet, not yet”