The grocery bags are in the hallway
In a place where silence is deafening.
There’s nothing on the TV worth viewing
And it looks like it’s gonna rain all day
The clock declares the hours ticking by
The dishes are piling up in the sink
There’s a stain on the tablecloth so pink
I look out the window up at the sky
Now there are no more questions left to ask
Who wants to know whatever’s on my mind?
Who wants to see me being left behind?
Who cares? There’s nothing left in which to bask
The groceries are still in the hallway
And it looks like it’s gonna rain all day
21st October 2004
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