I was a child when I left home.

I wandered blindly until I roamed.

While others have secrets I have none.

Now I'm too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble



Bitter the fruit

Withered the vine

Long gone the virgin who danced til she died

I'm here in the valley, hidden from light

Too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble



Too low to get up

Too weak to try

Too drunk to stagger

Too gone to lie

I always told myself I'd make it out of here alive

But, I'm too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble