It was I
Poor as a baby and twice the fool
Feral and rude
The song that I sing
It is a tune in the key of
A young man with means
It was I
Bothered to witness
And pained to see
WIth two failing knees
Well into her age
Every morning my Grandmother
Would work for a wage
It's a cold blooded tale
Here's the last coffin nail. .
So long to a life carefree
It's pa**ing by with each year or three
I'll call it aloud
I'll call it by name
The young and the vain
They are one and the same
It was I
Weathered, and battered
And compromised
Dull in the eyes
The song that I sung
It is the melody of one who longs to be young
It's a cold blooded tale
Here's the last coffin nail. .
So long to a life carefree
It's pa**ing by with each year or three
I'll call it aloud
I'll call it by name
Beauty and loss
They are one and the same