I'm dying tomorrow. This house, this street, Chicago. I'm dying tomorrow. Did I do it right? Did I remember to sleep in? Take lots of pills, commit irreversible sins. Did I at least try to kiss the prettiest girl at the right time? Did I remember to keep your beer as full as mine? Did I remember to say cheers? Did I at least to try to make sure everybody had a good time? Had the best time? Did I remember to stay up late? Drinking for the fun, singing for the taste. Did I run outside to kiss the rain under electrical skies? I'm dying tomorrow., did I do it right?