Musical Accompaniment:
I threw out my shoulder
Skipping stones across the creek
Another sign I’m getting older
I’ve grown tired and I’m weak
Skipping stones across the creek
Another sign I’m getting older
I’ve grown tired and I’m weak
It’s been a year since Whimsical Poverty
And though I did make some progress
I’ve accepted this beard as part of me
And I’ve more or less regressed
And though I did make some progress
I’ve accepted this beard as part of me
And I’ve more or less regressed
Twenty years from now
When I look back on all of this
Will I still be asking how
Or will it seem obvious
When I look back on all of this
Will I still be asking how
Or will it seem obvious
My liver’s taken a beating
From every cent I’ve earned this year
History once again repeating
And the beginning’s drawing near
From every cent I’ve earned this year
History once again repeating
And the beginning’s drawing near
So we begin another trip
Around our lonely sun
Though we’re sailing on a broken ship
Staring down the barrel of a gun
Around our lonely sun
Though we’re sailing on a broken ship
Staring down the barrel of a gun
So I slip into a reverie
To escape the situation
I give myself up to a memory
And lose all sense of concentration
To escape the situation
I give myself up to a memory
And lose all sense of concentration
If I’m lucky I’ll maintain this state
And I’ll never see it coming
Because while sober I can see my fate
And there’s nothing that’s more numbing
And I’ll never see it coming
Because while sober I can see my fate
And there’s nothing that’s more numbing







