The Jig Is Up

If I had a lot of money I'd move to another country I'd disappear, not tell a soul, I'd change my name Or maybe I'd go back to school Major in something foolish And I could do it cause I'd have a lot of money Here I am holding on to childhood's dream Sitting in my apple tree Swaying as the branches tremble under me The jig is up, it's all been played The well is dry, the bed's been made The jig is up, the jig is up Maybe I could jump, Jump off the Brooklyn Bridge But I don't live in Brooklyn And I don't know how to swim Or I could find religion Go on some kind of mission Feed the poor, and then I would go to heaven If I believed in heaven Here I am, holding on to childhood's dream Standing on the balcony Waiting for someone to come and rescue me The jig is up, the dance is done The record skips, the song's been sung The troops have dwindled down to one The jig is up The jig is up, the sun has set The train is wrecked, the sheets are wet And like I said, the jig is up Well I can't really disappear Cause I don't have a lot of money And I don't really think I wanna Go back to school But maybe I'm just in a bad mood And I need to change my attitude And when I wake up tomorrow I'll believe in heaven Here I am, holding on to childhood's dream Climbing down the apple tree Waking as you pull the covers off of me The jig is up The jig is up, yes it's been tough The punch is drunk, the shrink is shrunk It's time to get the baby up It's off to work let's start the car We'll turn it over in its grave And start again its soul to save The jig is up but so what We'll fill again this empty cup The jig is up, the point's been made Elvis has just left the stage The story needs another twist And I have had enough of this