Fallen Leaves
I am not deep. I'm not an intellectual.
I'm not a musician, not a philosopher, not a poet.
I'm just a working man. Just an ordinary working man.
A man who's made money but failed at nearly everything else.
The kind of man who's always alone, no matter who he's with.
The only one in Benson tonight who's not in a band.
The only one at the prom who couldn't find a date.
I know what it's like to be unwanted.
I'm Elmer Wigby in his green suspenders and his paisley sweater,
sitting in the easy chair watching "Rebel Without A Cause"
and praying for the end of the world.
I'm just one of the fallen leaves lying on the ground.
I'm just one of the fallen leaves waiting to be gathered.
I'm just one of the fallen leaves waiting for the fire.
Waiting to be cast into the lake of fire.
Good night sweetheart, good night.
Mark Sebring (2013)

