If you get out before September, remember that I’m still inside,
but I’m dry, I’m dry.
And you,
when you try to make a difference,
you’re so different.
And then I try,
and just die, I die.
You know that I need you
more than I want ya,
but I want ya for all time.
So I’m, I guess on the line.
It’s all that I can do
to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time
just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain’t getting any younger,
but you wouldn’t know.
So it’s on with the show.
Sometimes a smoke, a drink,
and a ponder can work wonders
when you’re down.
Takes your frown,
turns it round, around.
And you when you try
to make a difference,
you’re no different
than when I try, and just die, I die.
And now that your daydream is
forgotten and forgiven,
and the world has been saved,
be brave.
It’s all that I can do
to sing these stupid songs to you.
I give up half my time
just trying to think up words that rhyme.
I ain’t getting any younger,
but you wouldn’t know.
Cause I walk in shadow.
And I never ever really show my face.
But I’m only ever seen
in the right place.