Carl Broemel. All Birds Say. On The Case. Zeneszám

I saw an old man hold out his hand
and I didn?t care at all
but spot a stray dog that?s probably lost
and I?ll stop the car

I know that something?s off but I can?t stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

everywhere I go they?re trying to raise some dough
but I didn?t give a dime
I spent eighty bucks on four bottles of wine
and I didn?t bat an eye

I know that something?s off but I can?t stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

scary how easy it is to waste the day
staring at a screen
while gathering dust the stack of unfinished books
that I?ll have to start again

I know that something?s off but I can?t stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

retired

weeds are growing in beds by the water
someone is swimming out in the harbour
a twinkling lighthouse is guiding a ship off to sea

the wind is blowing the sails from the east
down in the cabin you?re fixing some tea
to classical music you?re dancing a waltz on your own