My grief is the elephant in the room,
It looms at night under the quiet moon
Silent he whispers to my ears, in a crowded gloom.
He says happiness is no use,
The ties are too loose
And something is missing inside my blues.
I had hoped to give him my shoes,
So he could walk on no ends loose,
He says they fit just fine
But he says they're not worth a dime.
I wonder why grief is wearing my shoes,
I guess he is walking around for me too,
He offered to replace my weight
So he could lift me up again.
He doesn't want to leave my bed,
He says he likes me for my head,
My heart, my spirit and my dread,
I fled the cuckoo's nest.
