The Long Walk Home

Tired of trying to take my chances,
late night, drunken, slow song dances,
dim lit, smokey bar room glances.
Still walking home alone.

Had enough of futile dreaming,
persuing you through hopeless scheming,
the rituals, the pointless preening,
and still walking home alone.

Up to here with how it ends,
the constant drive to make ammends,
you tell me 'We can still be friends...'
and I head off home, alone.