I Am Tired

Hell would be iron
And love would be glass
Heavier than more
Depths of that
In the black
In the black

I have no ambition or freedom
To disavow me is to tell
My lover of her lying
And I am the black in that

Dog left at the wheel
And the windows are up
The windows are up
The windows are up

Easy to remember
Hard to forget
Walking through town
Walking through town
Walking through town against
The tide of people
The tired people
Are we not all tired people?

I for one
I for one
I for one
I for one
I for one
I for one
Am tired