Let Me

I am withered
and I am old
I don't flash and shine like I use to
There is a redness to the Moon tonight
Something is not right

I am tired and I am lost
The game has run its course
and something has touched me
grabbed hold and shook me
double double toil and trouble
I've been placed in a see through bubble

listen..listen do you hear
there is cotton in my ears
potatoes are growing from my ears

and I am close
so close
Let me let me let me
in

and love is old and the fire is cold
and through it all my heart was sold
and now and now the story has been told
and this storyteller is dying