Rowena's theme

Everthing is through, Down these halls, into walls, out in skies so blue. Too dumb to figure out just where to go. You've narrowed it down to three: You've got yourself, no one else, and of course there's me. I never wanted to say I told you so. Sorry if I awoke you. I didn't meen to trespass through your dreams. You should be thankful anyway, You might not wake up someday. Oh well, that's just the way it goes. A loss of words is fine, Just make sure when your down you've still got your mind. Then, at least, you'll still get some respect. And still you don't believe, What you do, what you say, even what you see. That's what comes with loneliness, I guess. That's just the way it goes.