Must I Wait All My Life; or, The Misery Song

(Uncouth-and-not Anthem of the Particular and General Unconscious)

 

Must I wait all my life for a certain thing to happen?

Must I spend all my days just in dozin’, just in nappin’?

Isn’t there to be a fire? Won’t some color come?

Am I blind? have I no luck? am I just plain dumb?

Must I wait all my life for a certain person’s comin’?

Will I die, my life gone, and still a love tune hummin’?

Is my life to be empty? Won’t some real love come in it?

Is my life just to be one grey minute after minute?

God, I could scream. God, I could tear myself to pieces—

I’m the boredest human of the whole damn human species.

I could bite, I could cry, I am hell tired of waitin’—

When the Lord made me he did some bum creatin’.

I listen for a sound but all I do is listen;

What other people get it always seems I’m missin’.

I’m in a deep unhappy ditch, I’m as miserable as sin.

Must I wait all my life for life just to begin?