ONE VOICE

One voice is dealing with the distance to the past,
One voice is dealing with the present and it’s moving fast,
One voice is trying to record it all,
All the realisations as they rise and fall,
As they rise and fall

And the body it just wants a quiet night,
A night that’s free from pain, a night that’s free from fright
And, hey, a little pleasure wouldn’t go astray,
It’s the only treasure, so many people say,
So many people say,

I’ve got some symptoms of growing old,
But I’ve always had them, or so I’m told
By friends who have lasted long enough to know,
You know I never see them coming,
But I hate to see them go,

Well, here I am, what do you want of me,
The stage instruction’s vague and I’m all apology,
Ah, hell, there’s no director, are you kidding me,
There’s nobody behind me
And the stage’s just scenery,
The stage’s just scenery,

I’ve got some good ideas, I guess
But I’m having trouble getting up and getting dressed,
I just want a little more support,
You know, I’m fine, I’m fine,
I’m just a little out of sorts,

Cause one voice is dealing with the distance to the past,
One voice is dealing with the present, and it’s moving fast,
One voice is trying to record it all,
All the realisations as they rise and fall,
As they rise and fall