I was a child when I left home.
I wandered blindly until I roamed.
While others have secrets I have none.
Now I?m too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble
Too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble
Bitter the fruit, withered the vine
Long gone the virgin who danced 'til she died
Now I?m here in the valley, hidden from light
Too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble
And I'm too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble
Too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble
Too low to get up, too weak to try
Too drunk to stagger,too gone to lie
Now I always told myself I'd make it out of here alive
But I?m too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak to ramble
Yeah I'm took weak, too weak, too weak, too weak to ramble