Shame

the tank is empty
every little drop is out
and the tar is boiling
and the canvas is coming about
the tender is craving and old money says
tender money moves to where the money goes
and every, every, I mean
every little voice has spoken

you're getting older
you're getting older

can nobody explain to me
what's overworked and overwhelmed?
can anybody look at me
and tell me where to go?
and please somebody talk to her
and tell her why her love is gone
oh can anybody tell me anything
that I don't already know?

you're getting older
you're getting older

it's a taste in my mouth that bothers me
it's the sound in the night that awakes me
it's a burning inside
it's a chill in my heart that shakes me

but you try to make it go
and they say its growing old
as you break off to find another way

but you try to make it go
but your mind is getting old
and you can get me on that way

give it on up if you can but you can't...

the tank is empty
every little drop is out
and the tar is boiling
and the canvas is coming about
the tender is craving and old money says
tender money moves to where the money goes
and every, every, I mean
every little voice has spoken

and nobody's explained to me
what's overworked and overwhelmed
and nobody looked at me
and told me where to go
and when somebody talked to her
shyness pulled a lovely curtain on the show
anybody tell me anything
that I don't already know?