When I look back on my 60 years
It all seems like a blur
It all seems like it was here and now it's gone
And when I think about all the stuff I've done
And the stuff I've yet to do
I can't believe that my time ain't that long
I can laugh and I can cry
I can ask myself why, why, why
I can live a life that's as real as it gets
Pick myself up when I'm blown to bits
I can be good as good as can be
But will that be better
Better for me
I stand accused
Of a wrong I did not do
And I sound nervous in my deposition
You see, innocence's a trick of paperwork
Whereas guilt is the human condition
That summer by the lake
There was a boat house and a pier
We sat around a fire
Told some stories and drank some beer
One day you swam too far
We didn't hear you scream
I still wonder if it was real
Or something from a dream
Never fit in here
Never fit in there
No matter how I tried
I never fit in anywhere
Did what I could
To accomodate
But all of my efforts were in vain
And that's how it always will remain
Poor old Fred
He passed so young
No more pearls
Will fall from his tongue
Woe is him
But more woe is me
I gotta a big ol' hole
Where my heart used to be
The past is filled with peculiar ghosts
It’s best to let them all go
'Cause when you start to really stir things up
You find out stuff that you don’t want to know
Like how much you don’t matter
Or how much your ex got fatter
Putting out the last of the garbage
Sam says, "I'll see you next year"
I'm about to say I won't be back
But Sam went to get a beer
And I'm left here to ponder
Over the wild blue yonder