Patterns Lyrics

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling le-e-eaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wa-a-all,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little ro-o-oom,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly se-e-e
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my de-e-eath,
There are Patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me li-i-ies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fe-e-ell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darknesss I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow o-o-o-old,
My life is made of Patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.