I sit at the piano almost all the time
I think about my life and try to make it rhyme
It's been such a long, long while
Since I've been to the front
I did so well the last time it must have seemed a stunt

But my chops have gotten tender
I don't know if I am able
To pick the banner up again, do service and stay stable

'Cause I'd rather be no one at home
And leave my talent on the shelf
Than be the world to some poor girl
Who's nobody at home herself

Copyright: RANGE ROAD MUSIC, INC.
Writer(s): JACK LAWRENCE, WALTER GROSS