We try to listen close But where we live is far too high to hear Why don't we come down from this And leave the fiction to the fool that fears Little tired We are all a little tired oh We are all a little tired We are all a little tired oh We are We're trying to hear a ghost But just below the bough is ancient soil Breathing out complex compost But from above it'll always seem like dirt Little tired It's about that time All a little tired We are all a little tired oh We are all a little tired We are all a little tired oh We are all a little tired We are all a little tired oh We are Some would have it known This is how it is And how it's been Or is it because they can convince themselves To put away the book And pull themselves to earth With all We are all a little tired We are all a little tired oh We are all a little tired We are