40 Years - Wreckless Eric

Forty years ago

I didn’t have tuppence for the phone

I lived in one unheated room

That I didn’t quite call home

And I didn’t call home

In about six months

I said, «Hey, it’s me, your prodigal son

I swear one day I’m gonna make you proud»

I said I’d make you proud

Just to hear it said out loud

But I didn’t care

Forty years ago

I didn’t know anything much back then

About the ways of this world

The wickedness of men

The wickedness of men, yes

I was one of them

The sadness the insanity

The sickness and the sin

I’d swear most days

I’d never do that again

I’d never do that again

I’d never do that again

I did it again

And I can’t sleep at night sometimes

For thinking about the times

Useless times I’ve spent just wishing

Wishing time away

Wishing time away

Life throws up the same old lessons

Until you learn them

And I’ve got so many lessons left to learn

I wish that I could burn it all

I’m coming unravelled here

Once you catch a thread

You can pull it all loose

I’m beaten, I’m done

I’ve run right out of juice