I rode the bench in the autumn I played the field in the spring I spent July in a minor league Just a'working on my swing I knew that I was a goner I knew this year was my last I know my present is future bound But I'm thinking bout the past And one day it's enough And you're packing up your stuff And you say goodbye to everyone you see If you can't look up From your half-empty cup You'll never know just what was meant to be Paint yourself in a corner Climb way up in a tree Say a prayer to the fireman With a banjo on your knee Row way out on the water Until you can't see the shore Sing a song of how dry it was On the land in days of yore One day it's enough Even though it's tough To say goodbye to everything you've known But if you can look up From your half-empty cup You might see how green the grass has grown Well I can't shag flies like I used to I lost a step on the path I could shower hits til I hit the showers Now I sit down in the bath Should we paint ourselves in a portrait And hang a swing from a tree I will tell the story of how it was To you sitting on my knee