Like a Broken Clock

I'm sick without a sign for compensation I'm stumbling on a level field of play I'm hopeless with a hint of accusation And I have no words I want or need to say I'm on my way I'm indifferent to time and old age They never would have spared me anyway I'm the shadow around the spotlight on your stage And there is no room for me to sing or play You're in the way I'm walking but it's backwards with a limp I simply am too tired for this ground I'm talking but you're laughing at the lisp But there is no need for kindness anyhow I'll come around Now, I guess I must have lost my reputation And it's not a very graceful thing to do But I'm a stranger in a state of desperation And they bring me like a broken clock to you I'm coming through