Going over it, I ponder what I missed.
Cuz every day in this one, begins with a list.
Of what there is to do, and what never seems to get done.
I rise and I fall, at the will of everyone.

I'm the joint that never does get loose.
Always on the wrong side of this noose.
The last few notes, are still ringing in my ears.
From a song that I recall from better years.

-RG