All Washed Up

One last cigarette
And a glass of warm champagne
I guess it's time to button up
And face the hurricane
Too old to dream
Too young to know
I'm all washed up
All washed up and I've got no place to go

Better pack my suitcase
Grab my hat and catch that midnight flight
Nobody to blame
No bullet to bite
No time to kill
No valley too low
I'm all washed up
All washed up and I've got no place to go

I should never have left that small town rock 'n' roll band
I've been too long with my head in the sand
People used to dance
Everybody knew my face
Now I'm out of touch
And I feel so out of place

One last kiss Christina
And it's goodbye and fair thee well
I heard you cut your lover down
And sent him off to hell
Too proud to beg
Too hurt to show
I'm all washed up
No tears to flow
Too old to dream
Too young to know
I'm all washed up
All washed up and I've got no place to go



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Housden Stephen, Frank Howson
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