I saw an old man hold out his hand
And I didn't care at all
But I spot a stray dog that's probably lost
And I'll stop the car

I know that something's off but I can't stop
Rolling my golden way
The past has long been prologue
But I am on the case

Everywhere I go
They're trying to raise some dough
But I didn't give a dime
I spent eighty bucks on four bottles of wine
And I didn't bat an eye

I know that something's off but I can't stop
Rolling my golden way
The past has long been prologue
But I am on the case

Scary how easy it is to waste the day
Staring at a screen
While gathering dust the stack of unfinished books
That I'll have to start again

I know that something's off but I can't stop
Rolling my golden way
The past has long been prologue
But I am on the case

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Writer(s): CARL WILLARD BROEMEL