NO HAS-BEEN
The Game’s not over yet for me,
I’m telling you I still can be.
In my eyes remains a glint,
I’m ready for the final sprint.
My obituary’s not yet in print,
My fragile heart won’t take the hint.
I’m not completely out of steam
I still have something left unseen,
Just one more crazy naive dream,
Don’t count me out –
I’m no Has-Been.
It’s no come-back,
’cause I never went,
Don’t kid yourself that I’m
all spent,
Some days I feel omnipotent,
I can do it all that I ever dreamt.
When you think I’m done and said,
I’ll bounce right back from my
death bed,
Still ready for just one more try,
Then maybe, I’ll let me die.
St Peter’s at that open gate,
with watch in hand,
I’m running late,
My time is up,
and God won’t wait,
Will mine be a heavenly fate…
Another risk - Another chance,
Let’s Rock and Roll –
my final dance,
I’ve energy for one more try,
Then maybe, I’ll let me die.
Just one more crazy naive dream,
Don’t count me out –
I’m no Has-Been.
1993, Bradford, UK