Today I read a story about the end of time
where sirens wailed and nuclear fallout
swept over two friends at checkstand nine.
So I began thinking what we would do.
If it happened to me and you.

What if tomorrow the apocalypse came -
Would Twinkies be the only food to survive?
I'm sure we'd be overrun by cannibal biker gangs.
Maybe we'd end up being the last ones alive!
(Though I'm sure we'd kill each other in days)

Of course, there are grimmer scenes
Where the end comes hard and fast
In unholy fire, with no time for screams
Or kisses, liquid fire steals our breath instead.
Yet my hand surely would still reach for you

The end will come tomorrow, I heard.
Read it today, in checkstand nine
While buying your cereal and TV guide
And I couldn't help but wonder
If my hand would meet yours, reaching for mine