...Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stayWe're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby 'cause the night's getting coldAnd everything dies baby that's a factBut maybe everything that dies someday comes backNow I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to findDown here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the