Seems the rain has come to visit me today
From its attitude I think it’s here to stay
I don’t know who invited it inside – too late to say

I’m at a low ebb, the tide is out today
I’m at a low ebb, there’s nothing more to say
No matter how I try to launch it
There’s no water to float my boat away
I’m at a low ebb today

This morning I bought flowers from the fruiterer
And arranged a vase in each and every room
But the colour and perfume are not enough today
To ease this gloom

I’m at a low ebb …

Tides rise up and tides will fade away
All I can do is hold my dreams against the day
When the river flows all the way to the sea
And my hopes sail home to me

Now Wednesdays come and Wednesdays surely go
I avoid passing your street although I know
The feelings that you fanned into a blaze
Have cooled to a dull glow

I’m at a low ebb …

Leigh Harrison © APRA 2003