Retired - Carl Broemel

Weeds are growing in beds by the water

Someone is swimming out in the harbor

A twinkling lighthouse

Is guiding a ship off to sea

The wind is blowing the sails from the east

Down in the cabin you’re fixing some tea

To classical music

You’re dancing a waltz on your own

Retired, retired, retired

The moon is glowing behind a red rock

Your camera takes another long shot

You find you’re alone

But you don’t really feel like you are

The drives may be long but your radio works

Your back seat is filled up with all of your books

You brought your keyboard

In case you write a song

Retired, retired, retired

Sitting up late with my lady and dog

Wondering when the baby will talk

We see her enough

So she probably remembers your name

The smells of dinner and paint in the air

At four in the morning you’re still laying there

Asleep on the couch

You wake up to rub your eyes

Time to retire, retired, retired, ooh