I’ve come to talk with you again…
what the hell…
“Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping”
what the hell…
“Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping”
and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains
within the sound of silence.
Goo are you depressed? :`(
Is it recurring, does it happen every, say, 24 hours or so?? 
Cheer up Goo.
“In restless dreams I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobbleston.
'Neath the halo of a streelamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp”
I don’t consider this a depressing/I’m depressed song. Bittersweet, yes, but more thoughtful.
What’s scary is that I’m doing this from memory…
I am a rock, I am an iiiiiiiiiiiiiiisland! 
Oh, what the heck…
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone…
I am just a poor boy.
Though my story’s seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
“…gazing through the window
To the streets below,
On a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock, I am an island…”
Now that’s a depressing song!
“When I left my home and family,
I was no more than a boy
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared”
What the–?! Sing-A-Long threads are back???
In the clearing stands the boxer
and a fighter by his trade
and he carries a reminder
of every glove that laid him down
AND CUT HIM
till he cried out
in his anger and his shame
I AM LEAVING I AM LEAVING
but the fighter still remains…
käse & The Big Cheese
No, not depressed at all. I just love Simon and Garfunkel, especially Sounds of Silence and The Boxer and was just in the mood to sing 
Sorry if I gave the impression of sadness. I never considered this song as depressing…
Lai-lai-lai
Lai-lai-lai - lai-lai-lai-lai
Lai-lai-lai
And the words… Like silent raindrops fell.
Not to depress you then, but Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away.
hey, hey, hey.
Slow down, you move too fast.
You’ve got to make the morning last.
Wish I was an english muffin
‘bout to make the most out of a toaster
I’d ease myself down
comin’ up brown
I prefer boysenberry more than any other jam
I’m a “Citizens for Boysenberry Jam” fan
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.
“Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera.”
" ‘Cathy, I’m lost,’ I said, though I knew she was sleeping,
‘I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why.’ "
I’d rather be a spider than a snail