Magic Wand

The beggars they’ve got the best of you,
they all want to see you fail,
year after year you tread this path,
sing your sordid tale.

Oh wave your magic wand,
my learned vagabond,
wish yourself some whisky,
chase yourself some tail.

But where at the bottom of the bottle,
is the meaning of your life?
Another year won’t kill you,
you’ve gathered tokens by your side.

Where can you lie now?
To best avoid the fight.
The past is catching up with you,
and you’re hiding in plain sight.

Apologise nostalgically,
for what you used to do,
1000 days of sobriety, 1000 lies from you.

When did it all go so wrong?
When did the earth stand still?
We gather back to our oldest songs
upon that greatest hill.

Oh wave your magic wand,
my learned vagabond,
wish yourself some whisky,
chase yourself some tail.

Impart your magic wisdom,
to those who pass you by,
because your time it will be over,
I’m the blinking of an eye.

Sing us songs of courage,
sing us songs of why,
tell us your tales of wonder,
and let us dance all through the night.