Retired Songtext

von Carl Broemel

Weeds are growing in beds by the water
Someone is swimming out in the harbor
A twinkling lighthouse
Is guiding a ship off to sea

The wind is blowing the sails from the east
Down in the cabin you're fixing some tea
To classical music
You're dancing a waltz on your own

Retired, retired, retired

The moon is glowing behind a red rock
Your camera takes another long shot
You find you're alone
But you don't really feel like you are

The drives may be long but your radio works
Your back seat is filled up with all of your books
You brought your keyboard
In case you write a song

Retired, retired, retired

Sitting up late with my lady and dog
Wondering when the baby will talk
We see her enough
So she probably remembers your name

The smells of dinner and paint in the air
At four in the morning you're still laying there
Asleep on the couch
You wake up to rub your eyes

Time to retire, retired, retired, ooh