1, 2, 3, 4
This old tree is losing all its leaves
You can count the lines under my eyes
To see just how old I feel
You want the truth? Maybe it’s not so bad
Someone knocked me down for good
Cut me up for firewood
You’re living your dream
Just never with me
Shame on me waiting for the good that never comes
It’s hard to believe, but isn’t it obvious
When I feel the pain go from my neck
To pins and needles in my hands
It was OK then I had to start from scratch
‘cause you took want everything you want
And that took everything from me
Shame on me waiting for the good that never comes
Is it a dream?
Well, it’s real to me
‘Cause everyone, they’re making excuses ‘cause they’re supposed to breathe
Shame on me waiting for the good that never comes