(Simon & Garfunkel cover)      The night sets softly   With the hush of falling leaves   Casting shivering shadows   On the houses through the trees   And the light from a street lamp   Paints a shadow on my wall   Like the pieces of a puzzle   Or a child's uneven scrawl      Up a narrow flight of stairs   In a narrow little room   As I lie upon my bed   In the early evening gloom   Impaled on my wall   My eyes can dimly see   The pattern of my life   And the puzzle that is me      From the moment of my birth   To the instant of my death   There are patterns I must follow   Just as I must breathe each breath   Like a rat in a maze   The path before me lies   And the pattern never alters   Until the rat dies   The path before me lies   And the pattern never alters      And the pattern still remains   On the wall where darkness fell   And it's fitting that it should   For in darkness I must dwell   Like a rat in a maze      Up a narrow flight of stairs   In a narrow little room   As I lie upon my bed   In the early evening gloom   Impaled on my wall   My eyes can dimly see   The pattern of my life   And the puzzle that is me      Like the color of my skin,   And the day that I grow old   My life is made of patterns   That can scarcely be controlled