Meek and mild mannered is how we start
But at the end of the day we’re all weapons at heart
And I’m getting too old and the goals that I’m setting
Are becoming too easy to forget
And yes, I regret blacking out
But another six beers won’t change what I’m about
And another four years living under the floor board
Won’t convince me that I shouldn’t cut the cord
Beaten, bruised, damaged at the core
Begging, pleading for the way it was before
Nostalgia is a cruel mistress, memories kill and I’m on the hit list
All advice that I dismiss could keep me alive till Christmas
And maybe get a chance, another shot at a new year
If the world don’t end the way we all fear
So when it’s time for them to let go of the ball
I just hope I’m ready, that I’m ready for the fall

No super hero team could survive it
Faster than a bullet, Steve McQueen couldn’t drive it
I’m ashamed that my hunger ain’t enough
To put the pressure on the coal, make a diamond in the rough
Like a snuff film unedited and uncut
With no lights for the action and no budget for the guts
The director skipped town about six months back
But the four ADs left the dolly on the track
So it’s take two, quiet on the set
The tape’s rolling so that we won’t forget
All the lines that we memorized to bring tears to our parent’s eyes
And the costumes that we wore to keep our broken hearts disguised
So now we wait for the final cue
The actor’s pray for a good review
I just want to find my seat before the curtain call
And just hope they’re ready, that they’re ready for the fall