Out To Pasture

Three, Four

Now that my glory days are over

And I spent all my blessings as they came

It's time to put me out to pasture and pray for the rain

Well, I guess this must weigh on you heavy

But know it comes with zero shame

I headed out to meet my maker, but he stood me up again

Seems I'm still capturing that same feeling

But I received good news today

Still, I'm inclined towards songs of sadness

And days washed down the drain