Fifty-four and counting slowly
As the years go by so fast
Losing friends and losing lovers
Seems like nothing’s built to last
With the bulk of it behind me
And not knowing what’s ahead
Like a dime-store mystery novel
That keeps going through my head
Broken dreams and broken windows
Broken hearts along the way
Seems like every broken promise
Had some meaning in its day
Foolish hopes that always faltered
Careless words and restless hearts
Sacrificed upon some altar
All the players knew their parts
Empty rooms all filled with strangers
Hollow feelings running out
Haunted by the ghosts of memories
Driven by my own self doubt
Screaming down an endless highway
Never stopped to read the signs
Throwing caution out the window
Tried to stay between the lines
And I’m running out of reasons
Just like I’m running out of time
Waiting for the changing seasons
And these stories set to rhyme
Looking in the rear-view mirror
At reflections long since gone
Wondering if I’ll wake tomorrow
With the strength to carry on
For I’m weary and I’m lonely
And there’s nothing left to say
Trying hard to find a reason
Just to live another day
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