Cathy

Sometimes I ask why, can we ever atone, our eyes run wild on fire, it could be shame, that lights our bitter home, each night and every day, not blessed with foresight, the wind runs cold, you leave another time, kids and dogs bear your name, why get stoned, just try and stay sane, when you hear me cry, don’t leave a hanging phone, it's not enough to sigh, buy some shiny nails, help me with the loans, a house is not a jail, no matter how we fight, or bruise our yellow bones, we can do this right, beyond the credit zones.