Reflecting from my deathbed 

I'm balancing life's riches against the ditches 

and the flat gray years in between

All I can see are the never-laid

That's the never-played symphonies



I can't see those who tried to love me 

All those who felt they understood me 

and I can't see those who very patiently put up with me

All I can see are the never-laid

Or the never-played symphonies



You were one, you meant to be one

and you jumped into my face and laughed 

and kissed me on the cheek and then were gone forever

...not quite



Black sky in the daytime

and I don't much mind dying

When there is nothing left to care for anymore

Just the never-laid, the never-played symphonies



You were one, you knew you were one

and you slipped right thru my fingers 

No not literally but metaphorically

and now you're all I see as the light fades