It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Well, my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writing what was in her mind
Sometimes I wonder why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

I've been to London and I've been to gay Paris
I've followed the river and it got to the sea
I've been down to the bottom of a whirlpool of lies
I not looking for anything in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm moving but I'm standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was
I came here to get away from
I don't even hear a murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there