Rock with my band

How did I become so fat?

And where was my faith when I was losing track?

So when did life begin to treat us bad?

My face looks pretty old and I've got pain in my back

Well, maybe next season, will bring me a reason

To put on my Speedo, go out in the sun

Have fun; I'm done

And I'm trying to rock with my band, hiding my insecurity

I'm holding my pose, oh Lord, I wanted to believe

I've got to rock before this body gets colder

I'm riding on a wave of misfortune

It feels like I'm living my life on distortion

I might as well just work for my pension

They've got me detected, my mortgage rejected

Well, maybe next season, will bring me a reason

To grow up and return

Return to the fold; I'm old

And I'm trying to rock with my band, hiding my insecurity

I'm holding my pose, oh Lord, I wanted to believe

I've got to rock before this body gets colder

I need to stop looking over my shoulder

I'm not easily troubled

'Cause I've locked my pain in a bubble

And I'm through solving the riddle

My smile keeps holding on

And I'm trying to rock with my band, hiding my insecurity

I'm holding my pose, oh Lord, I wanted to believe

I've got to rock before this body gets colder