[Verse 1]
I rode the bench in the autumn
I played the field in the spring
I spent July in a minor league
Just a'working on my swing

I knew that I was a goner
I knew this year was my last
I know my present is future bound
But I'm thinking bout the past

[Chorus]
And one day it's enough
And you’re packing up your stuff
And you say goodbye to everyone you see
If you can’t look up
From your half-empty cup
You'll never know just what was meant to be

[Verse 2]
Paint yourself in a corner
Climb way up in a tree
Say a prayer to the fireman
With a banjo on your knee

Row way out on the water
Until you can't see the shore
Sing a song of how dry it was
On the land in days of yore
[Chorus]
Onе day it's enough
Even though it's tough
To say goodbye to еverything you've known
But if you can look up
From your half-empty cup
You might see how green the grass has grown

[Verse 3]
Well I can't shag flies like I used to
I lost a step on the path
I could shower hits til I hit the showers
Now I sit down in the bath

Should we paint ourselves in a portrait
And hang a swing from a tree
I will tell the story of how it was
To you sitting on my knee