Lletres: Ron Sexsmith. Long Player Late Bloomer. No Help At All.

I've been burning the candle at both ends
Running myself more ragged than a Raggedy Ann
I couldn't read the writing on the wall until I hit that wall
And that was no help at all

I've been learning all my lessons the hard way
Nursing the exit wound from a near fatal mistake
You could say it was time for a wakeup call
But I never did get that call, there was no help at all

Won't somebody tell me what these eyes are for?
I can't see a light anymore, I can't see a light anymore
It gets lonesome in that valley, you're on your own
You have to go it alone, you have to go it alone

I've been burning all my bridges and contacts
Running the risk of losing all you can never get back
If I'm shooting myself in the foot I'll crawl
I'm willing to take the fall, I'll do it with no help at all
I never did get that call, man, there was no help at all