Mid-Life Crisis Songs #85: To Be Frank

I lay my head on the railroad tracks

And wait for the double E

The railroad don't run no more

Poor poor pitiful me

Warren Zevon always has the answer.

It's been a bit of a miserable week on this blog, and I'm not going to harp on about that any more, other than to thank you all for your kind and supportive comments. They're more appreciated than I can say without sounding insincere.

Thanks also to Frank Turner, who appears to understand this weltschmerz very well...

I got a brand new name for an old, old friend

The doctor said it's anxiety

And it makes a lot of sense 'cause I've been so tense

Some days, I find it difficult to see

'Cause I've been hemmed in, penned down, struggling to find myself

Caved in, cut down, scared of everybody else

Dragged in, dragged down, searching for a reason to live

Don't you ever wake up and suspect

That you were simply never cut out to be

The kind of person they expect

The person you intended to be?

And I keep it all in with my idiot grin

And I'm doing my best but there's very little left

So cut me some slack if I crawl back into my shell

I haven't been doing so well

Couldn't you tell?

And if self-loathing was a sport, I'd be Muhammad Ali

'Cause I can sting like a butterfly and sink like a bee

But they don't hand out medals to monsters like me

Oh well

I haven't been doing so well