| Senior Citizens
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
You've seen the way they get around
With nothing beyond burdens left to lose
The drying spine that bends them near the ground
The way their ankles fold over their shoes
They've had their day and half of the day after
And all the shares they ever held in laughter
Are now just so many old engravings
Their sands have run out long before their savings
And the fun ran out so long before the sands
They've lost touch with the touch of other hands
That once came to caress and then to help
A single tumble means a broken hip
The hair grows thinner on the scalp
And thicker on the upper lip
And who is there to care, or left to please?
It's so easy when we're young
For me to wield a silver tongue
And cleverly place you among
The girls the boys have always sung
It's so simple when it's you
For me to coax from my guitar
The usual on how fine you are
Like this calm night, like that bright star
And the rest would follow on
The rest would follow on
And there'll be time to try it all
I'm sure the thrill will never pall
The sand will take so long to fall
The neck so slim, the glass so tall
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