Bedtime Bone

In your age, you've got blinds

To show the good and bad times

Sitting there singing songs of lament

Wishing you were young and innocent

You had too much too soon

Can you get up, get out, give a poor man some room

Like a dog with his bedtime bone

Ain't no home when you're sitting there alone

People come and people go

And just hang around till they grow old

You say something that you want heard

But no-one is listening to your kind words

Put all your bags down from nowhere

And the people stand there, look up and stare

They like the something, something winds

But the man in the back row drinks all the tins