Birthday Song

One day you’ll need someone to dress you

You’ll be spilling food down on your face

The next a priest will God bless you

And it won’t mean that you sneezed

But the time in between

Is lost like a dream

Your melancholy mood comes too late

So pick that old ass of yours

Up off the floor

For tonight we celebrate

And the years go by

And we don’t know where they went

We just let them fly

‘Cause they were all heaven sent

We’re on borrowed time

And we still owe half the rent

For soaking up the sunshine

‘Til we’re dead gone

We will laugh until we drop

Here’s your birthday song

May your party never stop

Singing on and on

We go stumbling down the block

Soaking up the good wine

We’re covered in silver confetti

There’s bottles all over the floor

Just because your bank account’s empty

It don’t mean that you’re poor

The nights just like this

Make me feel like I’m rich

Like the fire still burns in my core

So raise that old glass of yours

Up towards the sky

We’re not counting anymore