My latest failure was classic me
Shooting for the moon
I fancied myself a singer
But I sang out of tune
So here I am bruised and battered
I missed the things that really mattered
I’ve used eight of my nine lives
It’s a wonder I even survived
I’m a lover and a fighter, I’m a rolling stone
I’m a hopeless romantic who always ends up alone
I’m not living my best life over here
Waiting for the great shaft of light to appear
Too old for regrets, too old for tears
Still chasing windmills after all these years
So many times I’ve broken my lance
This might be my final chance
I still have something to give
But what could it be?
My lungs and my liver have started to fail
My bad cholesterol is off the scale
The days and nights are closing in
Yet I don’t know where to begin
I’m a lover and a ighter, I’m a rolling stone
I’m a hopeless romantic who always ends up alone
I’m not living my best life over here
Waiting for the great shaft of light to appear
Too old for regrets, too old for tears
Still chasing windmills after all these years
My reserves are low, my horse is knackered
As I set off on my quest
To find my heart’s companion
On the Isles of the Blessed
In the dark hours I start to wonder
Before I go to the great blue yonder
Was it worth all the trouble and strife?
And what have I done with my life?
But I still have a dream I’ll come good one day, and the people will say:
Good old Quick Shot, the fearless romantic who always rode out alone
He always lived his best life, saving the world
Fighting with demons when the dark clouds swirled
He shot the moon, he braved his fears
Tilting at windmills all those years