The Most Of What İs Least

I'm staring at the setting of the sun For I know my time with you is nearly gone And my minutes, they're so precious, yes, each and every one As I try to make the most of what is least. I've a weary kind of feeling in my mind, I'll try to look ahead and not behind. And I know that you don't mean to be unkind As I try to make the most of what is least. The rain is dripping down my window pane And if you came back to me, it wouldn't be the same. I know the end is near and I'll try to battle on As I try to make the most of what is least.