Friday, April 04, 2008

Another Grey Morning

cloudy (again) 42 degrees



When I feel as though my love is sinking down
The sun doesn't want to shine
When it feels like she won't face another day
Life is unkind
She's frozen in time

And here comes another grey morning
A not so good morning after all
She says "well, what am I to do today
With too much time and so much sorrow"

She hears the baby waking up downstairs
She hears the foghorn calling out across the sound
Repetition in the morning air
Is just too much to bear
And no one seems to care

If another day goes creeping by
Empty and ashamed
Like an old unwanted memory
That no one will claim

The clouds with their heads on the ground
She's gonna have to come down
She said "move me, move me
I'm locked up inside"

Well, I didn't understand her
Though God knows I tried

She said "make me angry
But just make me cry
But no more grey morning
I think I'd rather die"

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Can you help an old burn out. Who is the poet?

Randy Raley said...

From the great "JT" album from James Taylor.

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