Like a Nail When It’s Bent Walter Egan

Useless and spent, like a nail when it’s bent
Just about put to bed
Like a book that’s been read

Uncertain and vexed don’t know what’s coming next
I’m a leaf in the wind
Don’t know where I’ll land

I can’t excuse it
I feel so corrupt
Even my music
Just can’t get me up

I can’t figure out what it’s all been about
Useless and spent, like a nail when it’s bent

Maybe I’m wrong, maybe life’s like a song
Though the record’s been played
The melody stayed