I wrote this in Paris, when I was feeling tired and lonely.

Weary

The river glints away
Shining to the distance
Another quiet day
Another debt to pay

The wind blows through the trees
Singing very quietly
Another lonely sea
Another melody

The ocean crashes on the shore
Washing stones of sorrow
Another song I've heard before
Another closing door

The noose swings on the scaffold high
Dripping with remorse
Another soul is here to die
Another wondering why

The forest sleeps beneath the moon
Somnambulant and mumbling
Another night will die here soon
Another lifeless tune