And I've gone silver in my travels
Growing silver in my sideburns
I'm starting to unravel
Heard my heartbeat on a downhill
I counted eighteen on my pulse
As Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock what else?
what else?
And you said twelve years in retirement
The hours go by like sips of water
The record lies unbroken
and no doubt it's white flour in my diet
that's going to be the death of me
a sweet drum roll for those embittered big ideas
Such a waste of all that I had
You mentioned bats in the attic
So now you're lifting off the tiles
to get around those conservation rules
whilst I'm locked down in the basement
hanging upside down a gag across my mealy mouth
And how I'll laugh out loud about that
When I read your simple novel
that uses all our real names
go make yourself a fortune
there's nothing left for us
Than us left dangling just a little shame-faced
It's such a waste of all that we had
And it's such a waste of all that we had
And it's such a waste of all that we had
And it's such a waste of all that we had
And it's such a waste of all that I am