Sad and Sad and Sad

Oh, I am so sad and sad and sad

And all the bad things I've ever done

Fix me with an evil eye

And the sizzling coals I walk upon

Have much bigger feet to fry

I measure my age by everything that I've forgotten

An old steam kettle with a rusty bottom

A whisper comes from the living world

Not much, but it will do

Faint as a heartbeat, its message is curdled

There will be no knock or ring for you

And in the night there are sights to be seen

From out of the wall my sorrows creep

You can't keep the shadows from giving up their dreams

And there is a lack of tomorrows

Had made that sin appear a virtue

Had it made it appear no sin; had made it appear

Absolved by time and circumstances

As by some magical wishing; and yet it remains to fester uncured

Almost as if those sinned against still felt themselves to have some unaddressed complaint