Peter Sinfield - Hanging Fire lyrics

I'm overhung I'm highly strung Seems I'm a likely candidate To lose the trick now my rhetoric Gets weirder by the hour of late I'm hanging fire I've left the choir Too many voices out of tune Yes I forget in Somerset But now I've lost my silver spoon I'm under par like a cheap guitar It's twice as hard to hold the strings And pull my soul from out this hole When there are cobwebs on my wings I've lost my oars I'm Santa Claus Forgot my sack on Christmas day What's left of me is all at sea It seems my sails have blown clear away