Dust on the Shelf

The days are like months, the months are like days
No picnics or parties or wild cabarets
No hay to be made, the sun's long been down
No tiger to ride, the circus left town

Gathering dust on the shelf, but I still have my health

Forever a stranger, I can't show my face
Lost in my six feet of personal space
No hugging, no kissing, no shaking of hands
No dinners, no movies, no rock and roll bands

Playing the hand I was dealt, but I still have my health
I still have my health
I still have my health

Eating and drinking and sleeping alone
Wore out my welcome without leaving home
Waiting in vain for the bell
Burrowing into my shell
The ice cream is starting to melt, but I still have my health
I still have my health
I still have my health
I still have my health



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Scott Castle
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