I’m sitting here, getting dark,
Something’s not quite on the mark.
I’m looking at another one,
A Saturday, not yet begun.
A lot of time spent in a daze,
I do know what’s the next phase.
Nowhere to go, nothing to do,
Church awaits, I’m not through
Whatever’s going on inside,
From which I’ve tried and tried to hide.
It never, ever goes away,
Just sits and waits another day.
A day alone, in the dark,
With no one , , ,
– van –