I Cry, I Cry For You

Situations unfold like letters,
In the hands of eager minds

Sick-tick-tock goes the wooden clock,
With a sadder message of time

And oh the kettle is hotter still,
Steaming with fire and rein---

I know you’ve been here before my friend,
But the line is wearin’ thin, that line is wearin’ thin

So, I cry I cry I cry for you---

Because that’s what I know to do

The sun may shine through this window of mine,
But oh I cry for you

The tide is high as you well know,
And its hiding the filth for miles

The cup it rests in your hand now friend,
Release your tired

Sink your hilt into what matters,
And free the bloody red wine---
 I said free the bloody red wine

I cry I cry I cry for you,

Because that’s I know to do

Though the sun may shine in though this window of mine

Oh I’m crying for you---
Nobody other than you