Last night I got chased on down the hall
   Rolling down like a cannonball
   It ended up on out in the yard
   And attached to the back was a postcard
  
   I didn't read it 'coz I hate goodbyes
   I couldn't read it 'coz it stung my eyes
   My feet were hard from the cold cement
   But I've still got the stamps from the letter you sent
  
   I will find a way
   To get on
   If it takes all day
   On and on
  
   Spin me out I'm feeling as light as a feather
   Count me out I'm breathing better than ever
   Wring me out I'm soaked right through to the bone
   Put me in to get second wind again