sitting on the dock of the bay

(Characters from a story I made up a while ago, friends already :))

Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
(O. Redding)

I love this version...