Retirement Plan

Feel taller than a mountain
After hanging up the phone
You're 44 and counting
And you're drinking on your own

In summertime you wander through
The flowers in the park
To while away the hours
And you're home in bed for dark

You spent a whole lifetime
Living in a confined environment
It's time to find yourself
A new retirement plan

You gotta turn on the gas
And you gotta set it all on fire, man
You gotta pack a bag
So can leave it behind you, man



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