Ten years.
Surely not...ten?
And here’s another fine mess you’ve gotten us into.

You must not have tried.  
Couldn’t you have stopped short of ten?

Ten years older and we’re so many years younger than we were then.
Why do you think they never told us
There’s no such thing as a road map to life?
Or did we lost it along the way.  I can’t remember, now.

Ten years.
Can you see daylight, yet?
Me neither.

I saw a glimmer once, though.
That’s okay, at least we have each other,
And I guess we’re pretty lucky we haven’t caught the cholera
Stranded in the middle of this silly swamp.

Stanley, can you hear me?  Stanley?
This is Ollie.