Diane will come in due time,
but I cant do a thing until she arrives.
Sipping on rain water from off the ground
because I'm gagged and bound.

When rays of flashlights come flooding in
I know it's only the black n whites again.
Asking if I'm alright and when's she due back.
And how long I been down.
Since I've been down.

They speak of violence that I should've known, right?
There will be charges pressed for an attempt on my life.
You call this progress? Well I call it a lie.
But it looks as though I'll be letting her go.

Diane is gone. I heard that she died.
The last I seen she was neck deep at high tide.
Now I'm sipping on pina coladas by the sea.
And that's good enough for me.