I can't find the path I took that brought me herenI can't find the arms that held me in my fearnI can't remember names and placesnForgotten prayers and social gracesnAll misplaced in the hands I shooknAnd sprawling with the drugs I tooknnThe waitress' story endsnSo I leave the table and go to my waiting friendsnI'll never be the same againnStar crossed and ill begotten worldnThat beats us every timenAnd now the only shadow here is minenAnd I'm too tired to chase itnAcross the Friday morning skynAnother day unfolds it’s picturesnnI trust the confusion that made us meetnEach sick note and turncoat that made him cheatnNow I know that it’s worth tryingnTo cherish those that stop us cryingnWho make us feel we're not alonenAnd help us roll away the stonen