"Turn the record over..."

Have you seen my heart, 

Have you seen how it bleeds? 

And the nights are so long, baby, 

Out here in the deep. 

The tick, ticking of hours, lonely. 

I hear the alarm.

I used to hear when she would sleep in my arms. 

But "better sense" says... 

"Hey, turn the record over. 

Hey, I'll see you on the flip side. 

There you go, turn the key and engine over. 

Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet."