I Used To Be a Singer

I used to be a singer

I’d lots of pretty clothes

But now I’m just your neighbor where the streetlight never goes

And they used to have a figure

I’d some nice muscles too

But no one ever tells you gotta work them like you do

And I used to have the answer

Now I question my resolve

And times there is a moment a song can hit you like a wall

There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is

Sometimes I’ve got wooden fingers

Well since I took the fall

Now there are some mornings I don’t feel them at all

Sometimes there is a person

That can turn your world around

They’d look good with any haircut and they’ll look good in the ground

Sometimes I am a singer

Sometimes I look good in my clothes

Sometimes I am your neighbor where the streetlight sometimes goes

There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is

There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is

There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is