The gloom went on for hours.

Twenty-four are in a day.

We had stopped to smell the flowers.

The ones that didn’t wash away.

She said, “Just you count your blessings.”

I rowed hard and came ashore.

I said, “I don’t like our chances.”

So we left with just one more.

There are many ways to make it.

Probably more in which to not.

Some days, I just stay quiet here.

Cause right now, that’s all I got.

You say you have the answers.

As for me, I just don’t know.

Was a time when we had love.

And a time you had to go…