were not too bad, the last fourty years
magic moments, pointless efforts, a lot of laughter and tears.
amost gone, on the run, reinventing my life
days of obsession, manic depression, just a man and his wife.
stormy mondays, lazy sundays, times i’ll never forget
who’s in the game who is to blame, is there anything to regret?
seasons come, seasons go, that’s how life’s all about
promises broken, too much unspoken, for safety evading the crowd.
jimi hendrix, dylan, wainwright, neil young, electric guitars
making music in the basement, dreaming of becoming stars.
little pills and some smoke too, replacing the boring space
coming back, back on the track, accepting it all with bad grace.
getting older, losing your hair, is not really that bad
maybe young maids will ignore you, but you get wiser instead.
what is right and what is wrong, who really wanna know?
sooner or later a mean animator will convince you to follow
sooner or later a mean animator will convince you to go.