I hear the song - they come from nowhere   As I stare up at the ceiling   Where there once was a connection   There is an absence of any feeling   The words to me mean nothing now   Nor will they ever again   They speak of losing someone as if it's final   As I drift closer to the end      There are no songs   For the man of infirmity      Well the arrow through the heart   And the needle through the vein   Can't be bothered with any heartache   It's got nothing on this pain      Now I don't want some extravagant production   No nostalgia at my age   All I want is someone who knows my shame   Who can play me off the stage      There are no songs   For the man of infirmity