I'm sick of embarking in dories br Upon an emotional sea. br I'm wearied of playing Dolores br (A role never written for me). br br I'll never again like a cub lick br My wounds while I squeal at the hurt. br No more I'll go walking in public, br My heart hanging out of my shirt. br br I'm tired of entwining me garlands br Of weather-worn hemlock and bay. br I'm over my longing for far lands- br I wouldn't give that for Cathay. br br I'm through with performing the ballet br Of love unrequited and told. br Euterpe, I tender you vale; br Good-by, and take care of that cold. br br I'm done with this burning and giving br And reeling the rhymes of my woes. br And how I'll be making my living, br The Lord in His mystery knows.