You've still got time for that, they smile  Have I been wrong. Is there no rest  Or is this not the place I thought  Of course it's not and here's the bath  I am home or so they say  I guess this halt is half way there  Can't stop the weep of secret reasons  So many things I've left undone  There's the dining-room and we'll make sure  That you will enjoy your stay  All those gentle, whispering people  Nurse my body, make me feel older  And I am glad that I can't see  That I have lost my greatest thoughts  I've got nothing left since youth to grace  I am home talking to others  Not in any way like what I used to be  But evidently we've got something in common  As wail won't leave our brittle bones  These my limbs may go. Submit  (Words: Sahlin Music: Rellmark/Engström/Kalin)