At the time I wrote this, even being forty didn’t seem something I needed to identify with: all the other stuff seemed far, far away. So not too many biographical clues here. 🙂 In fact, I used to precede it with ‘Love Hurts’ so that you had two diversely miserable love stories together: however, I don’t think I could get away with singing ‘I’m young, I know…’ these days.
Backup:
An older version with solo electric guitar.
Backup
Words and Music by David Harley, copyright 1986
Front tyre blew
Tax overdue
Picked up
A parking fine or two
Gas bill trouble
Rent is doubled
You say
“NOW what’s wrong with you?”
Dentures slipping
Nervous twitch
17-year-itch
I’m underpaid and overweight
So let’s go and celebrate
Who said life begins at 40?
Kids are listening
Separate beds
Bitter thoughts
In separate heads
Kids are screaming
Dogs are howling
Milk gone bad
We’re out of bread
So I leer at typists
Wonder which
Might scratch
My seventeen year itch
I must have wasted
So much time
The other side
Of 39
Monday morning
Bus queue blues
MOT
Overdue
My head is bursting
My eyes need testing
Sorry
That I snapped at you
Sorry
Sorry
Always saying sorry
Always praying
There might be some peace sometime
The other side of 65
But would it be so hard to be
Another aging divorcee?
David Harley
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