I Used To Be A Singer en Maritime

I used to be a singer
I’d lots of pretty clothes
But now I’m just your neighbor where the streetlight never goes

And they used to have a figure
I’d some nice muscles too
But no one ever tells you gotta work them like you do

And I used to have the answer
Now I question my resolve
And times there is a moment a song can hit you like a wall

There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is

Sometimes I’ve got wooden fingers
Well since I took the fall
Now there are some mornings I don’t feel them at all

Sometimes there is a person
That can turn your world around
They’d look good with any haircut and they’ll look good in the ground

Sometimes I am a singer
Sometimes I look good in my clothes
Sometimes I am your neighbor where the streetlight sometimes goes

There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is
There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is
There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is