A raw, acoustic-based, folk-rock ballad about a washed up musician at the end of his life. The song is the culmination of 2 decades of writing, beginning as a fictional tale in the fresh mind of an aspiring artist & ending as an ode to the real experiences of death, loneliness, and frustration of a professional creative.
Lyrics
Verse 1:
There comes a place—
There comes a time
When the world’s greatest poets
Can only write in cliche rhymes.
If you ask, “Say, hey, friend,
Why you so far from home?”
Then, you ask me again,
Well, I hate to tell you, friend,
But I’m already gone.
Chorus:
I’ve outlived my life.
Woah, yeah.
I’ve outlived my time,
Yeah.
The world has changed.
Nobody knows my name.
I’ve outlived my life.
Verse 2:
Friends? They’re all gone—
Sleeping in the ground.
I only play my songs
Among the headstones now
When the sun’s turning red,
And I say, “Ain’t that a shame?”
’Cause to say all I’ve said,
Well, I might as well be dead
And buried with them in the grave.
Chorus
[Whistle Break]
End:
Hear the crowd cheering,
But the show’s out of time,
Yeah.
They’re calling my name,
But all that’s changed.
Yeah,
I’ve outlived my life.