you'll say "I'm tired,"
and
I'm tired too
not hardly as tired as you
and not nearly as blue

I'm putting you
in the ground where
the dead men
go and where
that really is
no one really knows
but I will whisper
                             I miss you
right next to your ear
even though I won't and
                             I hope I see you again
even though I don't and
                             I can't stand to see you like this
because you know that's true
and
you'll just stare at me
                             tired and blue