There's  nothing to do
Except sulk and want to curl up in a corner,
Be taken away by police and put in a tent undercover from the endless rain

Be whisked away by the slightest of wind,
Transfigured into a scarce leaf that's fallen
Or be a smashed little pine needle
Glued to the street in the gloom

There's nothing to do
But sit and wait for the house in which all my memories are stored to be
Dragged and scraped from between our hands

I've got no light...
No firefly to illuminate the mud road
Just run from the gloom
Try to evade it
No point except to burn up my fuel

Nothing to recharge me or give me a boost out of this thousand foot  trench
It fills with icy ocean water
Brought from the sea filled with broken promises and dreams
I'm chained to the holding tank

And there ain't a thing to do
Except surrender and drown