Written by Andy Daigle

Lyrics

Well, I’m a spritely young man of 97 and I’m not ready to go to Heaven or Hell, or any place in between
A security lapse in the place I’m staying, left a door open and I’m just saying
that I was ninja like when I broke through that screen
When I got outside my senses were reeling. I was trying to get a grip on what I was feeling
Then it hit me that I was feeling very cold
I had made my escape in my birthday suit and I knew that just wouldn’t do
So, I snuck back inside and got my slippers and robe

I’m just doing the best I can to make sure life ain’t boring
If I’m aimlessly wandering about, I’m not lost I’m just exploring

My escape route was a tree lined path by some toadstool tchotchkes and a pink bird bath
and through a fence that led to a rolling green
Down the lane I heard laughing and talking, so I strolled right by just casually walking
I must have been a sight to be seen
Around the building not too far I found an unattended small white car,
So, I jumped right in and took it for a spin
It was a bench seater model with no windows or doors
It took me a while to get it rolling, but when I did, I was off with the wind

I’m just doing the best I can to make sure life ain’t boring
If I’m aimlessly wandering about, I’m not lost I’m just exploring

I passed people with sticks that were yelling and swearing
I thought they were praising me for what I was wearing, so, I circled around them just out of reach
I was flying up and down the nicely groomed hills but my luck ran out, or I’d be driving still,
When I took a wrong turn and got stuck on a beach
The police came by and took me aside and they confiscated my sweet ride and shook their heads in disbelief They said something about the 18th tee and the water hazard that I failed to see and missed completely much to their relief

I’m just doing the best I can to make sure life ain’t boring
If I’m aimlessly wandering about, I’m not lost I’m just exploring

Well, I’m back in my room sitting in my chair, looking out the window wondering if I dare to escape again and scurry down that path
I think the farthest I’ll go this time around is the small park bench on the nursing home grounds and hang out with the toadstools near the pink bird bath

I’m just doing the best I can to make sure life ain’t boring
If I’m aimlessly wandering about, I’m not lost I’m just exploring
If I’m aimlessly wandering about, I’m not lost I’m just exploring