Got a message in my headThat the papers had all comeRichard Manuel is deadAnd the daylight's coming onI've been wandering through the darkNow I'm standing on the lawnIf I could give all my love to youI could justify myselfBut I'm just not coming throughYou're a pill to ease the painOf all the stupid things I doI'm an anchor on the lineOf a clock that tells the timethat is running out on youIt was cold when I awokeAnd the day was halfway doneNearly spring in San FranciscoAnd I cannot feel the sunYou were sleeping next to meBut I knew you'd be goneIf I could give all my love to youI could justify myselfBut I'm just not coming throughYou're a pill to ease the painOf all the stupid things I doI'm an anchor on the lineOf a clock that tells the timeThat is running out on youTake some time before you goTo think of mondays coming downAnd the people that you knewAnd ones that aren't aroundYou've been fading day to dayI've been moving town to town If I could give all my love to youI could justify myselfBut I'm just not coming throughYou're a pill to ease the painOf all the stupid things i doI'm an anchor on the lineOf a clock that tells the timeThat is running out on you