If I don't survive my twenties,

bury me in your footprint.

Let me stay on the beach where you left it.

If I don't survive my twenties,

make sure the moon is in the champagne.

Let me drink and float.

If I don't survive my twenties,

bury me in my boots.

Hear me trotting like a horse in the darkness?

Let me make music

even in the tunnel, in all the halls.

I'll learn to sing quickly on my feet.

Let me make music

even in the corridor, humming the chorus.

Whistling Dixie deep in the well.

If I don't survive my twenties,

throw my keys into a fishbowl,

leave them for strangers, find myself in their pockets.

If I don't survive my twenties,

leave me a scale from the mermaid's tail under water

and a French kiss from the landlord's daughter.

And If I don't survive my twenties,

let me have a million gold star days.