I used to be a singer   I’d lots of pretty clothes   But now I’m just your neighbor where the streetlight never goes      And they used to have a figure   I’d some nice muscles too   But no one ever tells you gotta work them like you do      And I used to have the answer   Now I question my resolve   And times there is a moment a song can hit you like a wall      There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is      Sometimes I’ve got wooden fingers   Well since I took the fall   Now there are some mornings I don’t feel them at all      Sometimes there is a person   That can turn your world around   They’d look good with any haircut and they’ll look good in the ground      Sometimes I am a singer   Sometimes I look good in my clothes   Sometimes I am your neighbor where the streetlight sometimes goes      There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is   There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is   There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is