It's dark, it's dark, dark all the time. The sun rises fat as a toad And marches crippled carving a road In cloud from where it cannot shine. Light flurries in patches of amber and grey And catches on branches breaking its fall. Noon has passed, light we just missed, The sun was gone before we knew it was day. It's dark, it's dark, dark all the time And don't forget night promptly arrives. Please do no whine 'cause tomorrow will bring Passing the point and turning the tides.