Forty years ago I didn't have tuppence for the phone I lived in one unheated room that I didn't quite call home And I didn't call home in about six months I said, "Hey, it's me, your prodigal son I swear one day I'm gonna make you proud" I said I'd make you proud Just to hear it said out loud, but I didn't care Forty years ago I didn't know anything much back then About the ways of this world The wickedness of men The wickedness of men, yes I was one of them The sadness the insanity The sickness and the sin I'd swear most days I'd never do that again I'd never do that again I'd never do that again I did it again And I can't sleep at night sometimes For thinking about the times Useless times I've spent just wishing Wishing time away Wishing time away Life throws up the same old lessons Until you learn them And I've got so many lessons left to learn I wish that I could burn it all I'm coming unravelled here Once you catch a thread You can pull it all loose I'm beaten, I'm done I've run right out of juice