If they ask say I've gone singing Those bell-ringing days have lost their shine If they ask say I've gone singing I'm at the door, but I can't tell which keys are mine
Doorbell ringing Waking up everyone inside I'll be singing Until you get up and turn on the light
But for now, I'm done singing These wildwood words have lost their charm Strike up the drums and sound the alarm
If they ask say I was bringing A plum, a note, not much A book of letters From everyone your life ever touched
But I'm done singing Maybe now these tears will dry I'm done singing Now these blues are all that's mine I'm done singing Those rock and roll boys have lost their pride 'Cause you can't make guitars dignified Those rock and roll boys have lost their pride There's handbell hand grenades in their eyes Those rock and roll boys have lost their fire