The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.

Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again.

With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.

A quiver in my lips as if I might cry.

Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe.

Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave.

Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.

Quiver in my voice as I cry,

"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hidaway."

I hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Now I'm far behind.

You've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie

with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.

A quiver in my lip as if I might cry,

"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hidaway?"



Do I need someone here to scold me

or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this

four poster dull torpor pulling downward.

For it is such a long time since my better days.

I say my prayers nightly this will pass away.

The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds.

Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again

with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.

A quiver in my voice as I cry,

"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hidaway?"

I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.


Eager to please was just the way that he was 

though his attempts there falling short, 

expectation 

see he would tell of all his conquests, 

was he bragging? 

but in the evening all alone 

Ellen unplanned delays 

saving for someone who really cared about you 

invincible they say 

married to your name 

she was the kind between a child and a lady, 

quick was her temper 

like a blaez from an ember 

no one had measured to her standard, 

so in the evening all alone all alone 

how do I tell them to open their minds 

and to take a chance 

maybe on finding life’s treasure stubborn they stay set 

in their ways really not wanting to be lonely not alone.