Our room across is a mile wide 
She comes and look now how you are the fireside 
I'm watching, she's waiting to show you the pearls in her 
Betsy Clark eyes 
She sighs the whistling winds you sail in 
She cries and you are alive 
She's saying she's sorry and oh, 
So am I So am 
I For ninety seven days that should have been an hour 
I know it's all you can do when she's so very near 
Praise be the 
King of the settee and his 
Guinivere 
I'll get up and go out and no doubt 
You're giving it all to her, oh 
So am I So am 
I The ninety-seven days the fifteen blessed hours 
And it's easy as it goes, so am 
I How and hour of ninety days will soon run out of time 
The weight of the world has the head in your hands [She's Indian giving again] 
You're sorry and sick and you know 
So am I So am 
I The ninety seven days and fifteen sodding hours came to nothing 
Taken in? 
So was I She's going, going gone and you know that's fine 
And so am 
I