Peter Tork - Tender Is lyrics

I sit at the piano almost all the time I think about my life and try to make it rhyme It's been such a long, long while Since I've been to the front I did so well the last time it must have seemed a stunt But my chops have gotten tender I don't know if I am able To pick the banner up again, do service and stay stable 'Cause I'd rather be no one at home And leave my talent on the shelf Than be the world to some poor girl Who's nobody at home herself