The Jig Is Up

If I had a lot of money
 I'd move to another country
 I'd disappear, not tell a soul, I'd change my name
 Or maybe I'd go back to school
 Major in something foolish
 And I could do it cause I'd have a lot of money
 Here I am holding on to childhood's dream
 Sitting in my apple tree
 Swaying as the branches tremble under me
 The jig is up, it's all been played
 The well is dry, the bed's been made
 The jig is up, the jig is up
 Maybe I could jump,
 Jump off the Brooklyn Bridge
 But I don't live in Brooklyn
 And I don't know how to swim
 Or I could find religion
 go on some kind of mission
 Feed the poor, and then I would go to heaven
 if I believed in heaven
 Here I am, holding on to childhood's dream
 Standing on the balcony
 Waiting for someone to come and rescue me
 The jig is up, the dance is done
 The record skips, the song's been sung
 The troops have dwindled down to one
 The jig is up
 The jig is up, the sun has set
 The train is wrecked, the sheets are wet
 And like I said, the jig is up
 Well I can't really disappear
 Cause I don't have a lot of money
 And I don't really think I wanna
 go back to school
 But maybe I'm just in a bad mood
 And I need to change my attitude
 And when I wake up tomorrow
 I'll believe in heaven
 Here I am, holding on to childhood's dream
 Climbing down the apple tree
 Waking as you pull the covers off of me
 The jig is up
 The jig is up, yes it's been tough
 The punch is drunk, the shrink is shrunk
 It's time to get the baby up
 It's off to work let's start the car
 We'll turn it over in its grave
 And start again its soul to save
 The jig is up but so what
 We'll fill again this empty cup
 The jig is up, the point's been made
 Elvis has just left the stage
 The story needs another twist
 And I have had enough of this