Tim Kasher - I'm Afraid I'm Gonna Die Here [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I gotta write another chapter
I've been feeling incomplete-
This epic voyage of my 30s reads a little weak
So, how did we end up here, sidelined on the coast?
We finally stopped our rambling
To live happily by the shore
Now, I'm afraid I'm gonna die here
Dried up like some beached whale
And nobody will ever hear my tale...

I was single in the city, up North in L.I.C.,
Selling stories to an audience of friends and family
And I wasn't seeking women
Though I stumbled on my share;
Like Simon on 7th Avenue
"I took some comfort there, mm, hmm."
And then I met her-a wilted flower-
She bloomed too soon, dwarfed amongst the towers
Burned out like a child twirling a sparkler
I got her as far as Iowa;
She started to regain most of her color...
That's when she told me
There was another

Love, it makes you lazy
You don't ask questions anymore
You settle into the furniture
Collecting cobwebs on the porch

We got a cabin on the beach
I took on a mistress of my own
You knew, but you didn't say anything;
We're too scared to be alone
...And afraid we're gonna die here-
This town's bloated with old folk's homes-
When we kick the bucket, who's to really know?
Do they notice once our breakfast has grown cold?
And when the orderlies steal our wedding rings
Do they even care what stories
Our bands of gold could tell?
You said, "Baby, you worry so much about dying
You forget to really live."
"Yeah? Maybe so-now tell me who you've been with."

So, I'll write another chapter, I mean, it's all I can do
And if my body's tossed along the craggy rocks
I hope this book is waterproof-

Greetings from the Pacific!
We tied the knot out on the sand
I got a job writing obits - a professional writer at last!
I'm afraid I'm gonna die here all comfy and content
I wrote my own obit, reduced to one sentence:
"Timothy was a sensible citizen;
He cast aside his starving eyes
For his very own slice of American Pie
A sensible decision."

I better write another chapter