"The Goal" Leonard Cohen

I can't leave my house Or answer the phone I'm going down again But I'm not alone

Settling at last Accounts of the soul This for the trash That paid in full

As for the fall that began long ago Can't stop the rain Can't stop the snow

I sit in my chair I look at the street The neighbor returns My smile of defeat

I move with the leaves I shine with the chrome I'm almost alive I'm almost at home

No one to follow And nothing to teach Except that the goal Falls short of the reach