Outlived My Life

There comes a place.

There comes a time

When the world’s greatest poets

Can only write in cliché rhymes.

If you ask, “Say, hey, friend,

Why you so far from home?”

Then, you ask me again,

Well, I hate to tell you, friend,

But I’m already gone.

I’ve outlived my life.

Woah, yeah.

I’ve outlived my time,

Yeah.

The world has changed.

Nobody knows my name.

I’ve outlived my life.

Friends? They’re all gone—

Sleeping in the ground.

I only play my songs

Among the headstones now.

When the sun’s turning red,

I say, “Ain’t that a shame?”

’Cause to say all I’ve said,

Well, I might as well be dead

And buried with them in the grave.

I’ve outlived my life.

Woah, yeah.

I’ve outlived my time,

Yeah.

The world has changed.

Nobody knows my name.

I’ve outlived my life.

Hear the crowd cheering,

But the show’s out of time,

Yeah.

They’re calling my name,

But all that’s changed.

Yeah,

 I’ve outlived my life.