Writer(s): Comden/Green/Styne. . I was resting comfortably, face down in the gutter. Life was serene, I knew where I was at. "There's no hope for him," my dearest friends would mutter.
Just in time. I found you just in time. Before you came my time. Was running low. I was lost. The losing dice were tossed. My bridges all were crossed.
Just in time, I found you just in time. Before you came my time was running low. I was lost, the losing dice were tossed. My bridges all were crossed, nowhere to go.