Leonard Cohen | The Goal

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 - it 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