I don’t find a thing alarming
Not even tornado warnings
Come blow me away
I need some fresh air anyway
Maybe in my younger years
It would’ve been a bigger fear
When everything was new
And danger was exciting too
I think I’m coming down with something
And I don’t know what it is
But maybe it’s the thought of letting go
I’m a puppet casting shadows
I’m a pony doing tricks
But no one’s buying tickets to the show
Time rolls on just like a river
Don’t know when I got so bitter
Think I’m in a drought
There’s nothing to write home about
Drag myself to social practice
Guess that’s how I stay distracted
Other people’s news
It always gets better reviews
And I think I’m coming down with something
And I don’t know what it is
But maybe it’s the thought of letting go
I’m a puppet casting shadows
I’m a pony doing tricks
And no one’s buying tickets to the show
And I’m not growing
I’m just standing at the door
I’m not no one
But I don’t have no rapport
I’m only singing to myself
While my patience goes to hell
Well maybe that’s the price of getting well
I think I’m coming down with something
And I don’t know what it is
But maybe I’ll live long enough to tell
I’m a cog in the machine
They guaranteed that I would sell
But no one wants to be the clientele