Punchline - The Other Piano Man lyrics

One life is a timely gift Who knew it would make him sick? Half-way when he found his list of life-long goals, And now regret sinks in like feet In mud but not so deep, And at forty with muddy teeth, The list is still clean And the piano plays without his fingers It's too late, he tears the list apart Paper piles up in stacks At a desk he regrets is his habitat In an empty house full of furniture that he sits on nightly watching TV, A pastime that seems to fit He's a master of time management At what point do we set aside the important things in your life? The piano plays And he has nothing to do with it It's too late, he tears the list apart (apart... apart...) Entertain us! Play 'Let It Be'! Where were you last week when the curtain called you? We're all restless And ready to sing, So play anything that we know the words to! Play 'Brick'! Play Queen! Play 'Bennie and the Jets'! Play the theme from Cheers! 'Hey, wait a second here I'm smoking and drinking and after I'm done I'll play what I want! I'll play what I want!' And as the crowd starts to scream, He realized it was just a dream ('Someone to take care of me...')