Tired, I think I'll be
So you'll find me
With weary eyes
I'll collapse alone
Without a plan
Won't lend a hand
Till I move along
And carry on
To get there eventually
Glad you have found the right time to walk out of that door
Hope that you seek out the life that you wanted and more
My faulty memory
Really saves me
From teary eyes
I won’t be on the dot
The details in knots
A blurry plot
So I’ll write a song
And carry on
To get there eventually
If you and I could rely on the weather at all
Hope you retain the shine after rainfall