In My Rocking Chair

[alexwriter]

How about a more mainstream tale, a more traditional song:

I’m In My Rocking Chair
You’re sitting over there
acting like you don’t care
I’m listening, tears glistening
fears unabated, waiting for you
all night, wondering if you’re all right
Waiting for you tell how you spent the night
Lord, how I regret that fight
you picking on me, me picking on you
everything turning into a zoo
a cage fight, would’ve gone on all night
if I hadn’t turned my back
trying to cut you some slack
Your momma said she hadn’t seen you
she had the flu, didn’t know about you
what I should do about your boo-boo
You always were a spiteful child
left differences unreconciled
You know, it’s been a while since I seen you smile
I know your burden, and it’s for certain
you’ll live with it for a long while
thinking of your lost child
What can we do to get you on the mend
would you like to go visit her again?
she’s waiting, just around the block
under the grass, by the big rock
I know you won’t want to see her
no pictures on our dresser
ain’t spoke about her
still can’t forget about her
the day she pouted
how you shouted
threw out her new clothes
she ran into the street
the pity pat of her feet
ringing in our ears; it’s been two years
You got reasons now, Heaven knows
to blow up like gunpowder
only ten times louder
and push us all away
And so here I sit
rocking a bit
wringing my hands and thinking
What will it take today
to make this all go away?
Alex 2/24/07