blank page

a blank page

an empty head

out of ideas

so instead

I'll tell you about my daily life

right and wrong and left or right

I'll tell you something

that you might believe

I wake each day

get out of bed

visions of grandeur

in my head

I play guitar

and write my heart

and wait for real life to start

I'll tell you something

that you might believe

come inside

you are someone's daughter

on your journey in this world

you know peace and love oughta

be the flag you have unfurled

but I can see the fear inside you

that you try to hide

please know you can trust me

let me come inside

the worst day in the world (for the mandolin guy)

today is the worst day in the world

today I put my dog in the car

and drive him to the vet

for the last time

it will be the last time

that I will hold him

that I will stroke his fur

with all the love that is inside me

everything will be too quiet

there will be nothing moving

when I come home this afternoon

all that will be left

are memories

that I can't think about

right now

the usual way

the world moved sideways

and then upside down

that's how I feel

whenever you're around

everything's black and white

and various shades of gray

and nothing ever happens

the usual way

on days like these

on days like these

I stay inside

stay under the covers

that's where I hide

I don't send texts 

I keep off the phone

I lock my door

and stay at home

and there I do

whatever I please

on days like these

the sky is gray

and filled with rain

in this apartment

I don't complain

I accept the weather

clouds overhead

I pull up blankets

and stay in bed

I listen to deejays

shoot the breeze

on days like these

          on days like these

          you wait for time to move

          on days like these

          nothing ever improves

on days like this

I do not leave

but life still has

something up its sleeve

it might be trouble

it might be joy

it might be whatever

you employ

Lord, help the man

inside of me

on days like these

everything depends on you

I went walking through the neighborhood

just passing the time of day

when I saw a man with sunken eyes

passing me along the way

I said "mister, where you going?"

but he didn't answer back

he just kept on moving

to where the train meets the track

          what do I do?

          where do I go?

          when the world tells me  

          secrets I don't know

          where do I go?

          what do I do?

          in days like these

          everything depends on you

old man winter

it's cold and I'm frozen

in more ways than one

it's early, but winter

has already begun

problems multiply

and seek out your peace

discovering ways

to make it all cease

          old man winter

          don't come 'round my door

          'cause I don't need you anymore

snow is overrated

and rain's cold and wet

my life's filled with promises

that will never be met

just get it over

what winter brings

get me through these months

till I can see spring

          old man winter

          don't come'round my door

          'cause I don't need you anymore