Two weeks to kill Two weeks to kill Two continents collide . A one dollar bill in your hand and a chill(?) America and buy(?) . A new window sill Shop in your quill(?) And document the tide . If you have the will If you’re feeling it still You’ll have everything inside . With songs and pictures so We’ll have all we need to hold If the strings I strum were gold Could I convince you to love me ‘til we’re old ‘Til we’re old