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