Don’t waste the days when I’m dead and I’m gone
Wind up the clocks, ring around, carry on
Don’t gather flowers, dry your eyes, call your friends
For all I sang was a start, not an end.
Catch your breath, feel the life in your bones
Enjoy what’s to come, not the things that we’ve done.
Save all your prayers, take the pain and the hurt
Add your chorus to my verse.
(Chumbawamba, By and By)