Retirement, the carriage at the end of the road That everybody has to board
I didn't wish to re-tire So I kept myself for hire Then came the stroke Making my body broke Making my soul croak I boarded the carriage at the end of the road Where it was dark like night Where I didn't find too many spots bright Where the air was cool Like air in winter That hit my skin like a sliver
Retirement, the carriage at the end of the road That everybody has to board
In the peace and quiet of re-tirement I forgot all my re-sentment My body healed My mind found peace I found solace In that cool dark place
Retirement, the carriage at the end of the road That everybody has to board.
