Here I am once more; my circle is done
And what's left in the middle of the weakened one?
My eyes are falling on the easy ground
My thoughts are noticed by the deeper sound

Chorus:
And why bother you at all
It seems what I had is gone
To the future untold, I go
Not taking more than I know

Through lines I have written; through wars in my head
I see the night fading but why can't I understand?
So I will move on now; I may drift for a while
The morning will pass me in its old-fashioned style