Ding-a-ling

<p>Shadows in my head again Too far from you bed, my friend I stand on shaking shoes And I’ll never be of much use</p><p>Counting toes beneath the table The rain will flow when they are able To fly this low to get me And I’ll never be of much use</p><p>Foghorns blowing from the bar The sky reveals a lucky star For everyone but I And I’ll never be of much use</p>