Fond Farewell

Playing tic-tac-toe on the edge of your patience

Your're running in circles not keeping your station

And I'm by myself

The man at the top will give you a courtmartial

The man below will just roll his eyes like

You're a crazyman with iron balls

But you really don't care at all.

It' the end of the road pal, it's been a nice journey

And it's time now to salvage your past you've been mourning

Like a dying man

Your hopes and your dreams lie dead on the carpet

You're practically screaming "It's never been like that

It's time for you to leave!

I'll see you when I do"

I won't be long

The words always come out wrong.