Low Life

I've been low living like I do
And I've been tired, but when the day is through,
Half awake when I try to face the night
I would sleep but I only dream of you.

And low is the life and I know that I'm right;
Cold is the comfort it brings in the night.
Fast will I hold to these truths that I know,
Even though they never really seemed
Quite real to me; so I'll keep on lying low.

And I've been swept and brushed under the rug,
Like the dust collecting in my thoughts.
And I have tried to shake the cobwebs off,
But they grow back whenever I wake up.

And Ice is the line that grows on the wings,
Down from the sky I'm adrift in the night.
Soft is the sound as I crash to the ground,
Knowing you will never hear the news,
And you never will be told, so I'll keep on lying low.

And low I will lie and will stay out of sight,
Far from the thoughts you keep close in your mind.
Years will pass by and I'll hide from the light,
Knowing you will never think of me,
And in your distant memory, I'll keep on lying low.