I’m old but not broken / Leaning heavy on hope and I’m hoping / I can always close my eyes to see / I’m tired but not sleepy / There’s a vision every night that I’m keeping / And the sun must rise for my eyes to see (Down Like Silver)

So I’m sittin’ by my lonesome in the light / I’m sittin’ by my lonesome in the light / I don’t know what I see, that light plays tricks on me / I’m sittin’ by my lonesome in the light (Gregory Alan Isakov)

It’s a quick light and a slow burn / A little wink and a half turn / And gone (Jeffrey Foucault)