Waylon Jennings - Hank Williams Syndrome lyrics

With this fall (I fall…) great grey clouds covered the sky

Dimming the light of sun, muting stars and crescent moon

Lost inside the world of gloomy, haunting shades

Descending into this abyss of human soul

In this dreariest of nights

Time can draw out like a blade

And yet Her grace shines through

Through me, and the brooding clouds

And if her light never falls on me

I’m content just to feel the lack

And this fall set requiem for my way

Away from other’s paths, I turned to desolation

Away from other’s thoughts, timid and surpassing

Away from the others, beyond caring

In this darkest of hours

Time draws out like a knife

The reflection once whole, now only a wound, seeping hurt and loss

The image once so bold, now only a scar, dry of hope and light

For all things ought to say, left unsaid

For all deeds ought to do, left undone

Be with me now…