And time it comes with a silent hush
lifts the moon sets the sun
time moves on

the rules they're the same
but the players they change
must move fast those in last lose the game

and when we are gone and our memory lives on
no recourse you have no choice
you must move on

It's Thursday
If it were Wednesday
It would be the same
again, you are not here
So,
     I think to call someone else
and have regrettable ***
and forget you for a night
but I don't
I'm tired of it
I'll be alone
So,
I think I'll sit by myself
drink
    and talk to the gods
they don't exist
but they are nearer than you