C / Dsus / Em / C

C                       G
And I've gone silver on my travels,
             Am                         G              D
growing silver in my sideburns. I'm starting to unravel her, 
C                       G
My heartbeats on a downhill,
                Am                                      Em                             Dsus
I counted eighty on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock.

C       G      D  Em 
What else?

C       G      D Em 
What else?

C                                       G
And you said twelve years in retirement.
                   Am                              G                 D
The hours go by like sips of water. The record lies unbroken,
C                                               G
and no doubt, it's white flour in my diet.
                Am                                 Em                          D C G  D  Em
It's going to be the death of me, sweet drumroll for those embittered big ideas.

C       G                              D     Em 
It's such a waste of all that I had.
C       G                              D     Em 
It's 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 then us left dangling just a little shamefaced.

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 I am.