A Long Day's Life

When i was a boy i would sit by the sea
And ambitions sirens would sing to me
Songs of a future both noble and grand
Now here i stand with my back to the wall
Errant in some ways and tired in all
Life is what happens while your making plans
At the end of a long day's life

Oh no, i'm lost and all alone
Battered and broken and scarred to the bone
Oh love, you've never been a friend
But if you're still listening i'm here at the end
Of a long day's life

Love came to my house and knocked on the door
I answered and said “what are you here for?
Go away. ‘cause i'm busy looking for truth.”
At the end of a long day's life

Oh no, i'm lost and all alone
Battered and broken and scarred to the bone
Oh love, you've never been a friend
But if you're still listening i'm here at the end
Of a long day's life

Two nights now i've had this dream
Where i'm swimming three miles from shore and i sink down
Breathe water in
Unafraid
It's peaceful here don't rescue me

For three nights running now, i've had the most unusual and disturbing dream
Where i'm a nineteenth century french painter with a palette and paintbrush
And beret and an ill fitting black suit and i'm painting perfectly rectangular white lines on an endless snaking desert highway and people are yelling at me:
“you missed a spot.”

I'm looking for a new love to show me the way
To laugh at tomorrow and live today
To guide me through these strange and uncertain times
At the end of a long day's life