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