Tired

Hey there, who turned the lights off

Got a graveyard mind and a tombstone cough

I been turned upside down

Confused and misled

There’s a shadow of a gunmen

Here in my head

And I whispered the prayer St Theresa would say

I saw my unborn children in a field at play

Been looking all over

For what I don’t know

Been walking through gardens

Where nothing will grow

I’m so tired

I’m hungry and I’m haggard

In need of a shower

My legs they just stagger

In the wee(?) morning hour

Both sides on the middle

Something’s gotta give

One thing’s for sure

This ain’t no way to live

I’m so tired of losing

I’m tired of abusing

And everybody needs some kind of crutch

Nobody knows nobody, not all that much

Does salvation exist , does forgiveness reign

The ghosts of my regrets keep calling my name

I’m so tired, tired of confessing

I’m so tired of second guessing

I’m tired of these dark rooms

And I’m so tired, tired of these saloons

My jeans, they are dirty

My jacket is torn

I know that a blossom can grow from a thorn

I’m torn by the winds of futility

I’m doing everything for everybody but me

I’m so tired, tired of being lonely

I’m so tired of feeling homely

I’m so tired, tired of this longing

I’m so tired of not belonging

I’m tired of isolation

I’m tired of my frustration

I’m so tired, tired of never winning

I’m so tired, my head is spinning

I’m so tired of hearing voices

I’m so tired, I’m tired of these choices

I’m so tired of not believing

I’m so tired of deceiving

I’m so tired, tired of running

I’m so tired of never, never becoming

I’m so tired, tired of confessing

I’m so tired of second guessing

I’m tired, tired, tired, tired, tired.