Don't know the name of the song but Robin Fulks wrote a song that goes as follows;

God help us all
In troubled dreams some peace to find
The night is long
And those now gone they haunt m,y mind

The lone voice calls
The shadowed face toward me turns
Her arms unfold
And upon her breasts my name is burned

Chorus:

Call out the flame or go
Love left a child to roam
But my love has long turned cold
And night child is a stranger

Go, child, go
From mental rage your dreams have flown
Your home has fallen still
And thru it all the winds have blown

Reserve with you in
There's no sweet taste of days gone by
A long lost man
Who sees no light nor hears you cry

Chorus


You won't find a song sadder than this song. Fir real. I do this song now and then and always just weird myself out by doing it...

Bobert