When I go down into that night And say goodbye to all my friends And you can barely hear my voice Will you speak in my defense? And the dirt comes up from the road Where the cars go "ooh" And I can hear from the river low All the cars go "ooh" "We're here again," I say to my friend Who is good among good men His song is low and knows what it is worth And tells me that to love, I must suffer under Her I know I've tried To be good To be unsure All that I am When I go down into that night And there's no hope in the plan And I can barely see my feet Will you meet me where I stand?