Lately I just can’t seem to clear The clutter from my attic Can’t help but climb those well-worn steps Again and again and again and again.
Bare feet feeling the crack in the ladder Being careful where I take a step Can’t afford to slip and fall, not now I could do without more bruises.
Fragile cobwebs of an interesting past Sticking feather lightly to my head. But the more I try to free myself The more they tangle in my hair.
Stepping over the history that made me On pages torn softly, through faded color images In history-scented albums, on so many faces The hopes and dreams they wished for me
Somehow, I think…I know they understand I’ve been compelled to start down a different path There’s something up here that I want to find Just once, I think. That would be enough.
Tears in warm and random patterns Splashing on top of what I thought Was an ancient layer of colorless dust Think I just stirred it all up again.
That baggage I had convinced myself I carried out forever and a day ago Somehow found its way back up here Guess I haven’t let it go, after all
And when I try just one more time To clear out the attic, once and for all I find myself tripping hard over you Again and again and again and again.
Thought maybe I could box you up And set you aside like everything else That I’m not sure I can handle. But I can’t. And I won’t.
Now pull the cord; turn off the light Then take my hand in yours Let’s help each other out of here The clutter will sort itself out.