Alone and wand’ring in the dark,
Out on the beach ’til very late;
With only beer to comfort him
And mem’ries streaming in a wake
The moon hangs low, disconsolate,
The waves are muffled, nearly still;
Like waiting for a morning star
That never comes
And never will
(Back when I would go three days or so between sleeping. – Owen)
Out on the beach with a beer
or in the bed being furled
wandering in the dark alone
you should not be in the world.
You feel out there disconsolate
being hopeless and isolated
strolling around seeing the stars
but be certain and recognize
that you’re not alone
and together we can win wars.