Was a time I laid awake Thinking of birthday cake or snow Now the music's, getting old The night is just a sigh, lead to slow Anyway you said you wanna go, oh, I guess it's the time. we can go to my house I'll take you in, where you can stare at my mouth I used to be a talker, but that's all behind me now They fly to Lotus Lane Old folks in bowling shirts and gray Playing Rumi on the fold-out tray He does his well-known bit about Seat belt demonstration and I I'm somewhere far away, Watching little lies, all along the beltway Those Indica blues, You pretend to be proud This is how it comes Can you swim, get out I used to be a fighter, but that's all behind me now It's a long way to the end And I got my quatrters in, up on this face But I can feel the breeze is, closing in Let's act like if she's sweat on my brow You'll be fighting fire and I'll be around I used to be a dreamer, but that's all behind me