Blockaded in my house of stone;
On my island all alone.
With these naked trees and that barren shore;
Oh, and the welcome sign hung on my door.
There’s a flag pole up, but no flag raised.
Haven’t seen sunlight in the last four days.
Won’t clean the windows so the sun can get it.
What’s the point they’ll just get dirty again.
Ought to do laundry, ought to clean house;
Ought to set a trap to get rid of the mouse.
I ought to be happy, yes I ought to be gay;
Outside in my garden this bright sunny day.
But I can’t or I won’t I prefer my damp room;
In my little stone house on my island of gloom.
With my bare naked flag pole and trees made to match;
Chasing a rainbow I can’t seem to catch.
October 12, 2000
