It's so easy to look to the skies
And lay blame for troubles at the feet of infinity.
Else for solution and absolution
to pray or beg to divinity
It's so nice to lay back
and eyes closed turn back the hands
ask of Mr Wells for loan of his machine
and make your new stands
It's so comforting to say sorry
for every indiscretion or slight
on bended knee to a lover
or to a stranger act contrite

And yet

Of all the second chances I've begged
and the clocks I've turned back in the night
never a one of use to salve my mind
never a chance that's made things right

And so

Now I climb to the last second-chance
and prepare my leap into salvation
wondering if finality leads to heaven
or just to an eternity of damnation
Grieve not for me with wishes
of differences that might have been made
ask not of God for a second chance
remember my debts are all paid