Fifty-Fifty Chance — Suzanne Vega

50-50 chance The doctor said In the cardiac room As she's lying in bed

There's a pan on the floor Filled with something black I need to know I'm afraid to ask

I hug you I hum to you I've come to you I touch you

I tell you I love you I sing to you Bring to you Anything

Her little heart It beats so fast Her body trembles With the effort to last

I hug you I hum to you I've come to you I touch you

I tell you I love you I sing to you Bring to you Anything

She's going home Tomorrow at ten The question is Will she try it again?