Russell G. Robison

WHAT AM I TO DO?

What am I to do with me?
As twilight starts to rise
What am I to do with me?
Who knows no compromise

What am I to do with me?
When told I’m almost gone
What else is there to do?
I only know to carry on

I cannot ease the throttle
That has never been my way
The flame begins to flicker
And the piper wants his pay