If the darkness was as dim
as the light I feel within
I expect I would not see anything
but I've seen things much bleaker
in my head, on the street or
in the voice of the bird as it sings
that bird sings oh so high
I'd wager that he'd rather cry
not able to do any speaking
I'd lend him a stray tear
I don't believe he could hear
anyway I'm mumbling
I just want someone one to say, "hey, Roy...
I know it hurts, I've felt it too, Roy."
but they ain't got no stake in this game
they've said, "come on, it could be worse, boy
other's have it much worse, boy."
driving the deepest part of shame through
I woke up today to beat the sunrise
we couldn't see anything knew in our eyes
which didn't surprise either of us we wouldn't fit
and tonight I bet we'll turn toward a moonrise
take some sleep to rebound and to reprise
which might help me or they or us not to quit