You made too much of it all
And you made your way out over the wall
Eyes like serachlights stare you down
And back you go, staring at the ground

You thought you had a good chance
And you thought that you could make plans
But you didn't even make it out the door
You staggered back in, just like before

The daily grind must wear you down
Your mother's dead, and so you frown
I'm sorry I was not alive
To endure for you when your spirit died