Out My Door
I sit and look from out my door,
And ask myself, " Is there some more?"
My vacant gaze and pensive mood
Leaves no thought for thirst or food.
The tall green trees, the ash blue skies
The moving clouds as a whole day dies,
The chirp of birds, and caws of crows
The fragrance of a flower that...
And ask myself, " Is there some more?"
My vacant gaze and pensive mood
Leaves no thought for thirst or food.
The tall green trees, the ash blue skies
The moving clouds as a whole day dies,
The chirp of birds, and caws of crows
The fragrance of a flower that...