When I Turn Ninety-nine

Sakes alive I'm so confused.
I met the ghost of Everett Ruess
On the sidewalk yesterday. 
Well, he looked directly in my eyes
And said “Surely it's no big surprise
That you're thinking
That you've lost your way.”
Everett, it's not sound
When you've got greyhounds
Living up inside your mind
Running circles all the time.
Just a little
Just al little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess.
Later that night I was face to face
With William Tell in outer space
As a unicycle wiggling on a wire
“Better watch out Mr. Crazy Pants
You're riding in an ambulance
That ain't a gonna
Make it to the fire!”
Just a little
Just al little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess.
I'm mourning
This morning
Miss Garland
My darling
One evening
Three hours
And the whole world
Was ours
From the hilltops
To the little ball of molten rocks
In the middle
Now how'm I
Just supposed to
Get you off my mind
When you'll be up there
When I turn ninety-nine?
Just a little
Just al little bit of
Bad maintenance makes a mess.