Youth is just a playground where the idealistic play

It's where I made mistakes that got me where I am today

I learned how to treat a lady there and how to make a friend

Inflicted on me wounds that even time could never mend

But I am just a traveler and a solitary man

I don't want to be a burden to you now


I'm no fine wine, I'm rotted meat and soured milk

I dreamt in burlap when I should have dreamt in silk

The hatred of the memory fuels the fire in the fight

It's all I have now in the twilight of my life

But I am just a traveler and a solitary man

I don't want to be a burden to you now


Though now I'm old I was turned blind when I was young

Was taught to stand up tall but was blinded by the sun

Now every friend I have is a ghost who's gone away

And the poetry in poltergeists is the only game I play


What could you do, what could you say?

Too hopelessly naive to see we all just wait around 'til our dying day

Hope is an expense I can't afford to pay

I look down at my watch and it's just tick, tick, ticking time 'til my dying day

So why don't you write a song and within it say

There's hope and love and peace but you're just really wasting time 'til your dying day

But this is just a song about a tired man

Who's been broken by the rhythm of the second hand

Whose life, I feel, filled with missed opportunity

That, somewhere, I was cheated of my destiny


But a friend in need is so transparent in his worth

And seeing as I've been cursed from now back 'til my day of birth

But I am just a traveler and a solitary man

I don't want to be a burden to you now


Though now I'm old I was turned blind when I was young

Was taught to stand up tall but was blinded by the sun

Now every friend I have is a ghost who's gone away

And the poetry in poltergeists is the only game I play