I wrote the tale in which I dwell,
I know precisely how it ends.
But I don't believe I have the strength
to see it through again.
The tide that pulls me down is
stronger than before.
I only swam in one direction,
wished to swim no more.
I called you.
Did you call me?
I always thought of you as someone
I could call in an emergency.
With every pal I had,
and with every pal I never had.
All falling by the wayside,
so just rolling overboard.
When I put my trust in them,
as I put my trust in you.
And every compass spins for you,
And every ship adrift for you,
And hold me from what I may do,
To myself in spite of you.
And tender was our fine defeat,
And splendid our declining foe,
My eyes were blind to the old,
But you I wish to see no more,
Now help me to my feet, young man,
and guide me to the door
I only ask for one reason,
I wish to see no more
I called you, did you call me?
I always thought of you as someone
I could call in an emergency
Did you call me?
I was always someone you could lie to,
in an emergency.