so tired-- can't function

I was getting some songs tonight and I came across an old song that I hadn't heard for some time. This last week I had a couple of events that made me cry and I kind of needed a song like this to remind me that those little things are not that important. Besides I did have a really good and full weekend. I went to a goodbye party for a co-worker which meant getting really drunk. I had just recovered (slightly) from the night when my sister and nieces came up to spend the night. We kind of hunkered down and they went to bed early and got up early (before 6 AM) in preparation for Taylor's cheer competition at the Arena. Samantha and I hung out at my apartment and then later went to Enchanted and a quick trip to the library and then back to my apartment. It is kind of nice to just bum around with my niece without having to travel. That is the sucky thing about not living in town with them anymore. It did make my day to have her not want to leave my apartment when it was time to go. I am still up and have been since 6 AM Sunday. My eyes are closing as I type. Anyway-- here's the lyrics to the song.

Ships That Don't Come In- Joe Diffie

I could tell he'd had a tough life
By the way he sat and stared
And me, I'd come to push and shove
So I pulled up a chair.

We talked of roads untraveled
We talked of love untrue
Of strings that come unraveled
We were kings and kindred fools
And just when I'd hit bottom
That old man raised his glass
And said at least we had our chances
There's those who never have.

So here's to all the soldiers
Who have ever died in vain
The insane locked up in themselves
The homeless down on Main
To those who stand on empty shores
And spit against the wind
And those who wait forever
For ships that don't come in.

He said it's only life's illusions
That bring us to this bar
To pick up these old crutches
And compare each other's scars
'Cuz the things we're calling heartache
Hell, they're hardly worth our time
We bitch about a dollar
When there's those without a dime.

And as he ordered one last round
He said I guess we can't complain
God made life a gamble
And we're still in the game.

So here's to all the soldiers
Who have ever died in vain
The insane locked up in themselves
The homeless down on Main
To those who stand on empty shores
And spit against the wind
And those who wait forever
For ships that don't come in.