Star 9200

Calling back in a few

Daylight floods the room but my eyes refuse

Minutes pass, shadows grow longer still

But they wait patiently for me till

Low tides roll Sunday

An even chance to make a break

I step out towards the view I've known so well

This too will end soon

Ashes fall as it comes back around

Though I pass, I've had enough but thank you

Low tides roll Sunday

An even chance to make a break

We'll find out someday

Just how these days won't line up the same

Will this end now when the daylight comes to pass

My eyes lose focus and flutter back

Walking back up the gravel path heads hanging low

Guess that's it

It's time to go