Blue skies and red sunsets could wait for me
They might be paying me off; setting me free
No more Byzantine bureaucracy for me
verse 2
But if they take my job, the rest: it?s gone
This tiny plot of land we call our own
Is it pride, or fear, or age, or is it home
verse 3
Yeah, I?m scared; I?ve settled down so long
But maybe open air and open seas and song
Can?t tell if this is right; but it don?t seem wrong
verse 4
So I hold my tongue; they think I wanna stay
Cos forced redundancy?s a lot of pay
We buy a motor-home and we?re away
Bridge
So, I sit and wait, and then I get the call
Is this the parting word? ?Thanks for it all?
No. Turns out they need me after all!
Verse 5
The bricks still ours: no need to fly
We?re safe, secure: no need to cry
The pension grows as each year passes by
Verse 6
So here I am and here I?m gonna stay
Retirement?s still a long, long way away
I?ll see the sky through the window every day