I'M SO TIRED

I think I ought to go to bed
It's getting dark inside my head
I've been working now, all night long,
Trying to find that impossible song.
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.

 

I've got my poet's license
So, I'm sending you this poesy;
But, don't expect no string quartet,
Or anything so cosy.

Think I ought to go to bed;
I'm losing contact with my head;
I've been working now, all night long,
Trying to chase that impossible song
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.

I'm So Tired -- Kevin Ayers (Link)

NOTE:  I listen to this song from the That’s What You Get Babe album all the time.  I find it unbelievably touching.  Yesterday, at lunch with a friend in Philadelphia, a person whose company I’ve enjoyed since we first met on dry-as-dust business a decade ago, I explained that depressives like to cheer themselves and others up.  My friend is well-adjusted and was surprised to learn this home-truth, but seemed to accept my assertion.