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Carl Broemel
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Retired
Lyricist:Carl Willard Broemel
Weeds are growing in beds by the water Someone is swimming out in the harbor A twinkling lighthouse Is guiding a ship off to sea
The wind is blowing the sails from the east Down in the cabin you're fixing some tea To classical music You're dancing a waltz on your own
Retired, retired, retired
The moon is glowing behind a red rock Your camera takes another long shot You find you're alone But you don't really feel like you are
The drives may be long but your radio works Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Your back seat is filled up with all of your books You brought your keyboard In case you write a song
Retired, retired, retired
Sitting up late with my lady and dog Wondering when the baby will talk We see her enough So she probably remembers your name
The smells of dinner and paint in the air At four in the morning you're still laying there Asleep on the couch You wake up to rub your eyes
Time to retire, retired, retired, ooh
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