The Other Piano Man - Punchline

One life is a timely gift
Who knew it would make him sick
Halfway when he found his list of life long goals
And now regret sinks in like feet
In mud but not so deep
And at forty with muddy teeth
The list is still clean
And the piano plays without his fingers
It's too late He tears the list apart
Paper piles up in stacks
At a desk he regrets is his habitat
In an empty house full of furniture
That he sits on nightly watching TV
A pastime that seems to fit
He's a master of time management
At what point do we set aside the important things in your life
The piano plays and he has nothing to do with it
It's too late He tears the list apart
Entertain us Play 'Let It Be'
Where were you last week when the curtain called you
We're all restless and ready to sing
So play anything that we know the words to
And as the crowd starts to scream
He realized it was just a dream