The sky keeps on weeping The sun is sleeping Don't wake the moon The light would show the cracks in her face The Earth on its ancient last legs Wobbles 'round the sun like a drunk 'round a lamp post and I shut my mouth sore from cursing and My eyes that are tired of seeing ♪ If I could shake off this feeling Of being guilty for living Of never doing what others wanted Of simply being inconvenient Then suddenly the sun could warm me To the marrow of my skeleton and My mind could ride the breezes Hover and flutter, in the cold air