Testo di Finder

I'm too tired to think, too tired to try It's too early to drink, but I got too much to unwind It's too late to matter, too sad to cry Too old to care, too young to die The aimless heart tries to find Purpose born in the mind It tries for coffee, it tries for wine All it knows is it all it finds Gold is gold even if it's old Just a drop a polish from a bottle I'm told No one knows what a trouble I've stowed Someday it might bubble, this trouble will blow