Hang It Up, It's Over

Lord this old dog is worn out and tired, He’s joined the group of the unwanted, the undesired, There is nothing much left that he can do, That’s why he’s filling so down and so blue. He gets frustrated and mad, He’s confused and he’s sad, But there is no one to blame, He’s long passed his moment of fame. But quit is not in him he doesn’t know the word, His life has become void, but mostly just blurred. He’ll go till he can’t, The reason for his rants. It just doesn’t seem fair, Could this be the reason he pulls out his hair When these days come around, Screaming out loud without making a sound. Another birthday coming soon, He feels like he’s living in a Simpson Cartoon, So far over the hill, It doesn’t matter anymore ,so what’s the big deal. They say when you turn twenty two your life is nearly through, This time tomorrow he does that is what has him singing the blues.