Two hundred twenty nine
And now today another I will write
But if I'd had someone to talk too
There wouldn't be one poem in your sight

Two hundred twenty nine leaves a long lonely trail
And it's sad looking back
So write one more might as well

Two hundred twenty nine
What has been on my mind
What was I trying to say
Now it's two thirty I'll still be awake come the break of day

So now you have found me after my thoughts have become so quiet
But If I had someone to talk too
There wouldn't be one poem in your sight