down on the bottom
costello, elvis
down to the last drop in the cup
with no place to go now but up
down to the last drop in the cup
no place to go now but up
go find me my bluebird before it turns and disappears
see the sky is painted before it rains down like tears
the little finger of fate
pointing to heaven before it's too late
down to the last drop in the cup
no place to go now but up