I'm tired of fighting. Fighting for a lost cause. Where will you go when this day is over? A gambler's purse lays on the road straight to your door. Snakes have gone crazy tonight. Doldrums are pounding. Cheapskates are clowning this town. Who could disown themselves now? Engineers slow down this old train. Cinders and chaff laugh at the moon. Nightbirds will cackle rotting like apples on trees. Sending their dead melodies to me. I laugh a joke a sentiment wasted. Seasons of strangers they've come and gone.