Though it's easy to speak of great joy and remember my Savior
I am baffled sometimes yet amused by my own strange behavior
I know,  like rawhide I can be rather rough
sand the edges, I've tried, but enough is enough
Let's just cut with the gruff and hang onto the stuff that we favor.

somewhere between nothing and something I'm feeling indifference
to spare you the details I speak in the vagueness of inference.
It's not everyday that we love and we lose
but it happened to me and it's time that I choose
so I'm taking a break cause at stake is my peace and my patience.

I stand at the doorway of reason and see that I'm failing
I know that it's not the right season but want to go sailing.
the edge of the keel will cut through the ice
and time out for healing is always so nice
so besides your advice I will take what is best for my ailing.

Let me drift though the sorrow and sort through the things that I'm feeling
and back here tomorrow I'll help you to paint up the ceiling.
you find yourself working and that is the way
you hold it together and get through the day
but I pray that in play we will both find a good kind of healing.

We all have to cope with these things and we know that it's coming
our lives are like houses, emotions are just like the plumbing.
you plan it all out and try not to rush
keep the lines clear and remember to flush
but all of my gripes are like pipes, clogged and so unbecoming.

Though it's easy to speak of great joy and remember my Savior
I'm baffled sometimes yet amused by my own strange behavior