The Dying Star

I am too tired to banter with you -I am too tired to fight

I am tired of judging you-Judging what’s wrong and right

The night is young,but I am old-a hundred and a score years old

We have been raising the stakes all night-now’s the time I fold.

You can keep my pride and fire

You can keep my fight and desire

I fell so hard and fell so far-I can’t get back up again

My best friend is the dying star-I can’t stand it’s pain.

I wish I could ride into the sunset-into the wild wild west

But this war ain’t over by any means-ain’t no time for rest.