Over the Moon

With a sad smile upon my face

Dreaming away

I can no longer stand to see my face

Every day

In the mirror I once broke

On a bank holiday

Can’t believe it lasted so long

Sort of set the standards for middle-aged lovelorn losers like me

Shying away

From the people and the venues I loved so much

In my heyday

When I was at the top of my game

Spontaneous but overrated

Can’t believe it lasted so long

Sort of beat the records for lazy old late bloomers like me

Let me be the one

Who really cares about us all

I’m over the Moon

Thinking up tunes / while singing this tune

With a sad smile upon my face