Rest today; I'm all hobbled and my hair is gray
Haggard look and all my nerves are frayed
Oh, where'd I leave my hearing aid?

Sucks to be less than half the man I used to be
Feel death's shadow hanging over me
"Soon will be dead", occurs to me

Sense it's time to go, yes, I know, it works that way
Once I was real strong, but that's gone; away I'll fade

I soon may, lay at rest below an earthen grave
Who will be there at my fune'ral wake?
Oh, who will grieve? It's hard to say

Now it's time to go, yes, it's so, in death I'll lay
Here I don't belong, just not strong, I'm not afraid

Out of play, like a foul ball in a baseball game
Maybe there will be a plot with shade
Will someone rake the leaves each day?
Hmm Mm mm mm mm mm mm