Hanging Up My Hat

I’ve walked these halls for a thousand years

Echoes of laughter and some silent tears

The clock ticks loud like a beating drum

Is this the end or has it just begun

 

Pack the memories in a cardboard box

Keys on the desk they turn the locks

 

I’m hanging up my hat oh

Letting go of where I sat oh

Will I soar or will I fall

Do I have it all

I’m hanging up my hat oh

But I’m not looking back no

 

The road ahead’s a blank white screen

A canvas waiting for a brand—new scene

I’ll paint the mornings I’ll write the nights

But shadows whisper will I get it right

 

The door is open the air is cold

Do I step out or stay and hold

 

I’m hanging up my hat oh

Letting go of where I sat oh

Will I soar or will I fall

Do I have it all

I’m hanging up my hat oh

But I’m not looking back no