Weeds are growing in beds by the water
Someone is swimming out in the harbor
A twinkling lighthouse
Is guiding a ship off to sea
The wind is blowing the sails from the east
Down in the cabin you're fixing some tea
To cla**ical music
You're dancing a waltz on your own
Retired, retired, retired
The moon is glowing behind a red rock
Your camera takes another long shot
You find you're alone
But you don't really feel like you are
The drives may be long but your radio works
Your back seat is filled up with all of your books
You brought your keyboard
In case you write a song
Retired, retired, retired
Sitting up late with my lady and dog
Wondering when the baby will talk
We see her enough
So she probably remembers your name
The smells of dinner and paint in the air
At four in the morning you're still laying there
Asleep on the couch
You wake up to rub your eyes
Time to retire, retired, retired, ooh