The dock of my bay

Continuando com as lições de vida: música para ouvir e sentirmo-nos bem com as nossas escolhas.

"Sittin' in the morning sun,
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come.
Watchin' the ships roll in,
Then I watch 'em roll away again.

I'm sittin on the dock of the bay,
Watchin' the tide roll away.
I'm just sittin' on the dock of the day,
Wastin' time.

I left my home in Georgia,
Headed for the Frisco bay.
I have nothin' to live for,
Look like nothin's gonna come my way.

So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay,
Watchin' the tide roll away.
I'm just sittin' on the dock of the day,
Wastin' time.

Looks like nothin's gonna change;
Everything still remains the same.
I can't do what ten people tell me to do,
So I guess I'll remain the same.

Sittin' here restin' my bones,
And this loneliness won't leave me alone.
Two housand miles I roam,
Just to make this dock my home.

Now I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay,
Watchin' the tide roll away.
Ooh, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay,
Wastin' time."

And yet, I don't feel depressed, but privileged to be able to happily embrace my loneliness. Despite all the idiocy that unfortunately will always contaminate even the most conscious of souls, and the pressure of ten people telling how to fulfill my fate, I will always have my never changing little bay.
If there is something greater than us, I should thank my stubborness for never wanting to change, and continuing wasting my time.

Thank you, Otis.