The Argument

The hopeless came in the dark

The winners toil with all the answers

By the way, what ya doin'?

The dusty films of a fine charade

I'm messing with the soul untied

And all it takes you is anywhere

Farewell to those charming eyes

Forty days till we rest again (Sit tight y'all)

Forty days is a shame you know

Fade on till the summertime

I've got to go

The hopeless came in the dark

The winners toil with all the answers

Until were all out for sure

By the way, what you doing?

I'm far too along, and it's all for rent

Unless it's know, we'll give it one shot

(Very long)

Messing with the soul one time

Messing with the soul tonight

Fade out till the summertime

I got to go