Time’s run out for the little old man,
Still hobbling along as best he can,
His wife has died his family fled,
He should be gone,
(“He thinks”)
he should be dead.
So there he goes through McDonald’s door,
Living in overtime, he wants no more.
How does he do it? Why doesn’t he scream?
He seems so lonely. Time can be mean.
I’m older now and worried about dying,
He’s run out of time but he’s not crying.
I suppose that’s the answer right in front of my face,
As you get older you’re done with this place.
Yeahhhhhhh,
The older you get you’re just tired of this place
(And)
Your family is gone and you finished the race.
[Chorus]
Life gets you ready to exit stage left,
If you wonder how olden folk brace for their death.
I won’t struggle or claw at the sides,
I think I’ll be ready when it’s my turn to die.
As your time runs out, it gets less upsetting,
Partly because, you hate the forgetting,
Forgetting, and hurting, and struggling to breathe, I can see now that he’s ready to leave.
So he’s resigned, and surviving his time,
He’ll take what he gets, not go out of his mind.
And onward he lives, his hair’s not on fire, he’s ready to leave, he’s so very tired.
[Chorus]
Life gets you ready to exit stage left,
If you wonder how olden folk brace for their death.
I won’t struggle or claw at the sides,
I think I’ll be ready when it’s my turn to die.
Pain gets you ready when it’s your turn to die.
Loss gets you ready when it’s your turn to die.
[Chorus]
Life gets you ready to exit stage left,
If you wonder how olden folk brace for their death.
I won’t struggle or claw at the sides,
I think I’ll be ready when it’s my turn to die.
Pain gets you ready when it’s your turn to die.
Loss gets you ready when it’s your turn to die.
Still hobbling along as best he can,
His wife has died his family fled,
He should be gone,
(“He thinks”)
he should be dead.
So there he goes through McDonald’s door,
Living in overtime, he wants no more.
How does he do it? Why doesn’t he scream?
He seems so lonely. Time can be mean.
I’m older now and worried about dying,
He’s run out of time but he’s not crying.
I suppose that’s the answer right in front of my face,
As you get older you’re done with this place.
Yeahhhhhhh,
The older you get you’re just tired of this place
(And)
Your family is gone and you finished the race.
[Chorus]
Life gets you ready to exit stage left,
If you wonder how olden folk brace for their death.
I won’t struggle or claw at the sides,
I think I’ll be ready when it’s my turn to die.
As your time runs out, it gets less upsetting,
Partly because, you hate the forgetting,
Forgetting, and hurting, and struggling to breathe, I can see now that he’s ready to leave.
So he’s resigned, and surviving his time,
He’ll take what he gets, not go out of his mind.
And onward he lives, his hair’s not on fire, he’s ready to leave, he’s so very tired.
[Chorus]
Life gets you ready to exit stage left,
If you wonder how olden folk brace for their death.
I won’t struggle or claw at the sides,
I think I’ll be ready when it’s my turn to die.
Pain gets you ready when it’s your turn to die.
Loss gets you ready when it’s your turn to die.
[Chorus]
Life gets you ready to exit stage left,
If you wonder how olden folk brace for their death.
I won’t struggle or claw at the sides,
I think I’ll be ready when it’s my turn to die.
Pain gets you ready when it’s your turn to die.
Loss gets you ready when it’s your turn to die.