A joker in the pack An extra wheel You don’t know what to do with To buy or to steal That’s what she said About her idea of me A young dog to be put down A ghost to be set free Another whispered names An artist, a lover, a thief I was a God yesterday To today’s disbelief It was good to be young once To break a heart or three To sin with a plan Yet be all at sea A creature made of clay. A compass read wrong A bottle never running out A tune without a song Someone’s one that got away Someone’s last high Someone’s great mistake Someone’s fall guy This old man was young once He is glad to be old these days So he drags heavy pasts And sees what emptiness weighs