I'm Not Angry

She wakes up at three She's staring at me There's flashing red lights down the street The difficulty Inevitably Is the feeling that life's incomplete I'm not angry Just tired Moving more slowly Sometimes uninspired We walk down the road The leaves turning gold The geese heading out 'til the spring The trouble with fall And winter and all Is wondering what they will bring But I'm not angry Just a little bit broken A touch melancholy Words left unspoken I got lots of questions With answers elusive And the ones that surface Just seem inconclusive I wake up at three And stare at the ceiling Wondering how to get rid of this feeling Predestination Devoid of sensation The visions are all unappealing But I'm not sleepy Just a little bit tired Fall in too deeply To dreams undesired No I'm not angry no no no No I'm just tired...