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Carl Broemel - On The Case Lyrics




I saw an old man hold out his hand
and I didn't care at all
but spot a stray dog that's probably lost
and I'll stop the car

I know that something's off but I can't stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

everywhere I go they're trying to raise some dough
but I didn't give a dime
I spent eighty bucks on four bottles of wine
and I didn't bat an eye

I know that something's off but I can't stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

scary how easy it is to waste the day
staring at a screen
while gathering dust the stack of unfinished books
that I'll have to start again

I know that something's off but I can't stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

retired

weeds are growing in beds by the water
someone is swimming out in the harbour
a twinkling lighthouse is guiding a ship off to sea

the wind is blowing the sails from the east
down in the cabin you're fixing some tea
to classical music you're dancing a waltz on your own
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I saw an old man hold out his hand
and I didn't care at all
but spot a stray dog that's probably lost
and I'll stop the car

I know that something's off but I can't stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

everywhere I go they're trying to raise some dough
but I didn't give a dime
I spent eighty bucks on four bottles of wine
and I didn't bat an eye

I know that something's off but I can't stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

scary how easy it is to waste the day
staring at a screen
while gathering dust the stack of unfinished books
that I'll have to start again

I know that something's off but I can't stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case

retired

weeds are growing in beds by the water
someone is swimming out in the harbour
a twinkling lighthouse is guiding a ship off to sea

the wind is blowing the sails from the east
down in the cabin you're fixing some tea
to classical music you're dancing a waltz on your own
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Writer: CARL WILLARD BROEMEL
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