Where have all my excuses gone?
I used to have a plastic bagful
I would use them one by one
I used to find that they were useful
Where have all my reasons gone?
I used to keep them in a cupboard
I would stick little labels on
Until I felt recovered.
Where has all my logic gone?
I used to swig it by the bottle
I would feel a little drunk
It used to make me dance a wobble
Where has all my belief gone?
I used to have some of it somewhere
And it was so gigantic that
My friends could not compare
Now I'm left with empty bags
Broken cups and bottles too
Something has diminished me
And I don't know what to do
Where have all my years gone
I used to hang them up on trees
They looked so very beautiful
Swaying in the breeze