Bats In the Attic

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

Waters

Waters

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

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 up the tiles

To get around those conservation rules

I walked down in the basement

I'm hanging upside down

A gag across my mealy mouth

And how I'll laugh out loud about that

When I read your simple novel

It uses all our real names

And 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