What are you going to do now?
Now that you've already had enough
How are you going to fill your time
Without all those stupid demands of the past?
Those things made you this old to begin with
And made you drive through your prime
As if in a tunnel oblivious to anything on either side
Beyond the concrete

I am becalmed by my retiring mind
I longed for the robe phase then
I have the gift of time on earth
Crises plural but none unkind
Save the dead folks you leave behind
Can still recount all their names
Did I spend enough on them

What are you going to do next
If you've already had too much?
How are you going to fill in the time?
The lightless holes in your life
Those thoughts made you mad to begin with
Now they tunnel through your waking day
Keep any distractions out of the way
Keep the coast clear for the shopping channel

I should be alarmed by the retreating time
Have I longed for the shroud all along?
I had the gift of time on earth
Spent it single, broken, blind
Oh, the dead folks I left behind
Now a fog obscures their names
Did I spend enough time with them?
Working for goods inane

Robe phase once abandoned remains
I see a robe phase by the pool side
And the crossword I colour in with a black pen
They're going to take it off me again
I see our robe phase once abandoned remains
What remains?