Lyrics

There was a time I'd lay awake Thinking of birthday cake or snow Now the music's getting old The night is just a sigh, lead to slow Anyway you said you wanna go, oh I guess it's the time. we can go to my house I'll take you in, where you can stare at my mouth I used to be a talker, but that's all behind me now They fly to Lotus Lane Old folks in bowling shirts and gray Playing rummy on the fold-out tray He does his well-known bit about seat belt demonstration And I, I'm somewhere far away Watching little lights, all along the beltway Those Indica blues You pretend to be proud This is how it comes You either swim, get out I used to be a fighter, but that's all behind me now It's a long way to the end And I got my quarters here, up on this fence But I can feel the breezes closing in Let's act like you've seen sweat on my brow You'll be fighting fire and I'll be around I used to be a dreamer, but that's all behind me