I can't leave my house 
Or answer the phone 
I'm going down again 
But I'm not alone 

Settling at last 
Accounts of the soul 
This for the trash 
That paid in full 

As for the fall, it 
Began long ago 
Can't stop the rain 
Can't stop the snow 

I sit in my chair
I look at the street 
The neighbor returns 
My smile of defeat

I move with the leaves 
I shine with the chrome 
I'm almost alive 
I'm almost at home 

No one to follow 
And nothing to teach 
Except that the goal 
Falls short of the reach