Final Curtain - Cross Canadian Ragweed

Atlantic City.

I was busted

And the wind was bitter cold

Well, I never quite adjusted

Never do I suppose

The odds were in my favor

Of going home a millionaire

Got all the gold in California

She’s with me everywhere

When the last rock crumbles

And the sun sinks in the sea

The last chain is broken

And everyone is free

When all is said and done

And now is used to be

When it’s final curtain call

No ones left at all

There’ll still be you and me

So much snow I can’t remember

What it’s like to see the ground

It all started in November

And now March is rollin around

Let it all fall down

Let it freeze me to the bone

Gonna let it all ride

I got nothin left to hide

Nothin left unshown