A Sorrowful Race

Well, I'm lying in a foreign bed

With a broken chest

A broken rib, a broken heart

Both unable to rest

I curse first the empty bottle

That lies by my side

For the one job that I gave it

Well, it failed as it tried

So I stuck a lit candle

Into the bottle's neck

That reminded me of you

Of the time and place we met

Now the raindrops challenge tears

From the top of my face

Oh, first down to the floor they cry

It's a sorrowful racе

Oh, what a waste

[02: 02.800]Now this cheap conjurer of [02:05.800]words asks mе

What I hope to achieve?

I tell him nothing more than I know

And I know little more than I believe

Why he's achieved so much more than I

In such a short amount of time?

Well, I'll never understand how or why

I'll just keep writing line after line

After line after line

After line after line

After line after line

After line after line

After line

Now the raindrops challenge tears

From the top of my face

Oh, first down to the floor they cry

It's a sorrowful race

Oh, what a waste