I know in this small secluded place
That I've got to change my ways
I've felt new skin and held and seen their faces.
I'm losing so much time
But wasted I cannot say
For telling of my new fields of green
All the beautiful things this tragedy of mine brings.
I write alone before the dusk and dawn
With ciggarettes in hand and it's the air which I've become fond.
I've had many lovers but these days seem so long
I thought I was stagnant but I've been moving, moving all along.
Don't speak of wisdom or absolute truth
I've fallen short of these things in times I saw supposed proof
Nothing is forever
No, nothing is absolute.