Verna Cannon Bad News Days
bad news days come from out of the blue they trample on
you remember yourself five minutes ago and what you did
not know everything was bright and happy where you were a
word on a day turned it suddenly grey and left me to
wonder checking the dials and contrasting colorless cloud
you're left under you are still alive in my head you will
be alive until i hear differently could there be more bad
news days lined at my door? i look through the blinds but
they just won't go away i turn out the lights but they
just won't go away bad news days flood and steal all your
blood and leave you to wander blinding you with the most
beautiful dawn that's fine for another bad news stays
alive in my head but i'll stave it off until i hear
differently