From the recording Singles
My older brother Tom quipped that as we age, our sensory perception dulls—except for itching, which constantly intensifies. To celebrate my 60th birthday, I thought I'd put that idea to music.
Lyrics
Found myself lost in the land of lasting changes
Wonder what the local currency's rate of exchange is
Unscheduled time I've found but the clock is winding down
And I'm treading unsteady ground
Seems like almost all sensations are diminished
All except, I guess, for aches and itches
Crossroads of cuts and bruises but the end of every path you choose is
A wager the house never loses
Finally content with the content of this song
But I'll contest the contest all day long
Asking me to pay my dues but it flows free from the muse
And it wouldn't be right to refuse
Asking me to pay my dues but it flows free from the muse
And it wouldn't be right to refuse
Found myself lost in the land of lasting changes
Wonder what the local currency's rate of exchange is
Unscheduled time I've found but the clock is winding down
And I'm treading unsteady ground
Seems like almost all sensations are diminished
All except, I guess, for aches and itches
All except, I guess, for aches and itches