The meter’s run out,
followed by a few pounds coins,
that rolled after it.
The tank was empty,
apart from a lot of air,
that kept it breathing.
Half empty, half full,
in the balance they’re the same,
but they’re not the same.
I’m a half full guy,
I’ve been waiting for the rest,
but that’s it for now.
The pen has run out,
and it followed the meter,
so, good riddence too.
Now, I will be blunt,
and I’ll come straight to the point,
that is how I am.
I am not backwards,
in coming forwards, you know,
that’s the way I walk.
