Bats In The Attic

And I've gone silver on my travels
 Growing silver in my sideburns
 I'm starting to unravel
 Heard my heartbeats on a djembe
 I counted eighteen on my pulse
 As Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock
 Waters
 Waters
 And you said twelve years in retirement
 The hours go by like sips of water
 The record lies unbroken
 and no doubt it's white flour in my diet
 it's going to be the death of me
 Sweet drum roll for those embittered big ideas
 Such a waste of all that I had
 You mentioned bats in the attic
 So now you're lifting up the tiles
 to get around these conservation rules
 I walked down in the basement
 I'm hanging upside down
 A gag across my mealy mouth
 And how I'll laugh out loud about that
 When I read your simple novel
 It uses all our real names
 And go make yourself a fortune
 there's nothing left for us
 Than us left dangling just a little shame-faced
 It's such a waste of what we had
 And it's such a waste of all that we had
 And it's such a waste of all that we had
 And it's such a waste of all that we had
 And it's such a waste of all that I am