Hoping somehow I’d become astute
In all the mysteries of our wondrous world
But I’m all alone, confused in the cold
I’ve taught myself how to make some sound
In the comfort of this shade that I’ve found
Under dim beams of moonlight I come around
No length of darkness keeps me in and down
So truly this is the method of my madness
A little hope squeezed between the sadness
I may not say too much with my simple words
And what’s there to quote but my simple chords?
Do I dwell on stale memories, are they all that I have
Of a past best forgotten, it all leaves me so sad
I’m a wreck, it’s true, but it can’t end up all bad
There’s madness in my method, so I’ve just gone mad