The Status Quo

The Status Quo I sit here and brood up in my multi storey No hope for the future and no bygone glory I’m not sure why I bother with living at all I look at the paint flaking off from the wall Like my life, a little more peels off each day Floating down to the floor to be swept away And as time passes by I am wondering why I’m too tired to live and I’m too scared to die I hear strains of guitar from The Status Quo Playing their tunes from so many years ago A time when I was a young man in my prime Never heeding the relentless passage of time Never thought that I may have got it all wrong Never dreamed that I’d be around for this long And as Sweet Caroline brings a tear to my eye I’m too tired to live and I’m too scared to die How many bridges have burned since I crossed? How many young lives were wasted and lost? How many matchstick men are left in the box? How many marriages have crashed on the rocks? Rick and Francis are rocking all over the world A dark blanket of despair around me is furled Deeper and down, and I’m wondering why I’m too tired to live and I’m too scared to die