Jill Sobule Follow

If I had a lot of money
I'd move to another country
I'd disappear not tell a soul
I'd change my name

Or maybe I'd go back to school
Major in something foolish
And I could do it 'cause
I'd have a lot of money

Here I am holding onto childhood's dream
Sitting in my apple tree
Swaying as the branches tremble under me

The jig is up, it's all been played
The well is dry, the bed's been made
The jig is up, the jig is up

Maybe I could jump
Jump off the Brooklyn Bridge
But I don't live in Brooklyn
And I don't know how to swim

Or I could find religion
Go on some kind of mission
Feed the poor, and then I would go to heaven
If I believed in heaven

Here I am, holding onto childhood's dream
Standing on the balcony
Waiting for someone to come and rescue me

The jig is up, the dance is done
The record skips, the song's been sung
The troops have dwindled down to one
The jig is up
The jig is up, the sun has set
The train is wrecked, the sheets are wet
And like I said, the jig is up

The jig is up
The jig is up
The jig is up

Well I can't really disappear
'Cause I don't have a lot of money
And I don't really think
I wanna go back to school

But maybe I'm just in a bad mood
And I need to change my attitude
And when I wake up tomorrow
I'll believe in heaven

Here I am, holding onto childhood's dream
Climbing down the apple tree
Waking as you pull the covers off of me

The jig is up
The jig is up
The jig is up , yes it's been tough

The punch is drunk, the shrink is shrunk
It's time to get the baby up
It's off to work let's start the car
We'll turn it over in its grave
And start again its soul to save

The jig is up but so what
Fill again this empty cup
The jig is up, but the point's been made
Elvis has just left the stage
The story needs another twist
And I have had enough of this