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