there are prizes

There are prizes for moments that have passed
Second chances gone by too fast, but took the ribbon for last

They say goodbye's a new word but it's just repackaged
And you couldn't pay me to listen but I'll dangle on the line a while longer

Maybe you thought the new story was new but it's all been told

Not that you mind
But I'm a registered quitter, just following that bouncing ball down to a second hand store
Regurgitating old lines to an audience that never listens
And only applauds when the sign goes on
Well the light's on and nobody's home
Maybe it's the stage name
There are aliases that slip in and out of the night with the quiet abandon of a windmill playing Jenga

Where I'll trade in my name for a new one
Maybe dust this old one off
And point these pointy shoe skyward
It's alright
Line the jar with glass and the feet of clay melt in the salt of the earth
Price tag!

Don't forget we are playing hackysack later, OK? You ain't so big!