Bats In The Attic

And I've gone silver in my travels
Growing silver in my sideburns
I'm starting to unravel
Heard my heartbeats on a downhill
I counted eighteen on my pulse
As Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock.

Waters
Waters.

And you said twelve years in retirement
The hours go by like sips of water
The record lies unbroken
And no doubt it's white flour in my diet
It's going to be the death of me
Sweet drum roll for those embittered big ideas.

Such a waste of all that I had.

You mentioned bats in the attic
So now you're lifting up the tiles
To get around these conservation rules
I walked down in the basement
I'm hanging upside down
A gag across my mealy mouth.

And how I'll laugh out loud about that
When I read your simple novel
It uses all our real names
And go make yourself a fortune
There's nothing left for us
Than us left dangling just a little shame-faced.

It's such a waste of what we had
And it's such a waste of all that we had
And it's such a waste of all that we had
And it's such a waste of all that we had
And it's such a waste of all that I am.