What's the Rush?

There's a girl at the bar
Making eyes, looking nice
She will die, so will I

There's a drink in my hand
It helps me understand
That I shouldn't be so worried

There's nothing in my head but the drums
To a song I'm working on
I'll try to be myself and I'll come
Where you want when you call

Ash to ash, dust to dust
I like your look but you talk way too much
Ash to ash, dust to dust
We're dying anyway so what's the rush?
We're dying anyway so what's the rush

There's a chance that I'm wrong
And have been all along
But it's not one I'm taking

When you call me next time
To remind me that I
said I'd change, what will I say?

There's coffee in my cup and a bit
Of Jameson, that's all
I'm working on myself and I'll come
where you want when you call

Ash to ash, dust to dust
I like your look but you talk way too much
Ash to ash, dust to dust
We're dying anyway so what's the rush?
We're dying anyway so what's the rush