As I sit and ponder the wonderful wonders from weak and weary to strong and blunder
I must admit these thoughts of mine are nothing manifested from deep inside
Weak and weary said my Mary these thoughts that creep inside
If nothing else upon this shelf is a place for you and I
The waves crash in and cleanse my sins from the night we left behind
And if all I see is all the sea then this is life to me
As I sit and stare at the people who glare from across the street, you see
I must admit that the thoughts I bare are worth those evil stares.