Twilight of the Gods

It wasn’t about hope

They just couldn’t take a joke

But they let you run your mouth

Because it gave them more rope

You said they’d remember your name

For all the honor in literary fame

But you wound up crying outside your mother’s

In the rain

Twenty-five years to retire

An indefinite date to expire

Almost got fired over a pothole

Dad never taught you how to change a tire

Twilight of the gods

Overcome by the odds

Blasting out the bad thoughts

With the music in our cars

Twilight of the gods

Fate shuffled all our cards

Is the mud deep enough

To plant a basketball hoop in the yard?

And what of your friend’s silver dreams?

All the pool parties, beers, rehearsed scenes

You’ve got to be slapped by real life

To comprehend what fantasy means

You always had a soft spot for Angela

Even when she yelled at ya

The flower in her hair

Was a yellow chrysanthemum

And her soulmate Blaine’s persistent tinnitus

Combined with his chronic right shoulder bursitis

Compromised the showcase after those

Fringe suits had hyped it

Twilight of the gods

Overcome by the odds

Blasting out the bad thoughts

With the music in our cars

Twilight of the gods

Fate shuffled all our cards

Is the mud deep enough

To plant a basketball hoop in the yard?

To whom do you owe the pleasure?

Of carrying on

You don’t even need

To fill out a form

You just keep waking up

Even when you’ve had enough

To take your swing, shoot your shot