A G D A The days grow longer for smaller prizes A G D A I feel a stranger to all surprises Bm E7 A You can have them I donʼt want them C#m D I wear a different kind of garment F#m E7 In my rehearsals for retirement The lights are cold again, they dance below me I turn to old friends, they do not know me All about the beggar he remembers I put a penny down for payment In my rehearsals for retirement D A If Iʼd have known the end would end in laughter F#m Iʼd tell my daughter E7 It doesnʼt matter The stage is tainted with empty voices The ladies painted, they have no choices I take my colors from the stable They lie in tatters by the tournament In my rehearsals for retirement Where are the armies that killed a country And turned a strong man into a baby Now (out ?) comes the rabble, they are welcome I wait in anger and amusement In my rehearsal for retirement If Iʼd have known the end would end in laughter Iʼd tell my daughter It doesnʼt matter Farewell my own true love, farewell my fancy Are you still with me love, though you failed me But one last gesture for your pleasure Iʼll paint your memory on the monument In my rehearsals for retirement
