Coda

I know this rhythm from memory 

I followed it home from reverie 

I begged this song and dance to befriend 

I followed it through to the bitter and better end 

What more can I say without the words to rhyme?

How much more can I collect the time?

Are you sick of it yet?

Do you wish we had (never) met?

I still have yet to hear the last note

It’s a wayward light on the last home-bound boat