Recoil

Come home and my guitar has nothing to say to me I've recoiled from all my friends And then I'm in misery Been so long since I've been held Really, since I was his Probably just need to be held That probably all it is Course then I think of my dad Who time travels mostly now Back to when he was free And holding out hope somehow Who sits all day in a line Of wheelchairs against a wall Inventing ways to play out time Like us all Like us all To all the people out there tonight Who are comforting themselves If you should happen to see my light You can stop and ring my bell I'm just sittin' here in this sty Strewn with half-written songs Taking one breath at a time Nuthin' much going on Nuthin' much going on Little flashing zero On my answering machine That's scratching at my pain, Brain shuffling his feet Guess I have my father's heart And it may or may not keep on trying Can't really tell you what it is Keeps me this side of that dark line But I'm not here to take care of him And I'm not here to take care of me I'm going outside to watch the house burn down Across the street I'm going outside to watch the house burn down Across the street Come home and my guitar has nothing to say to me I've recoiled from all my friends And then I'm in misery Been so long since I've been held Really, since I was his Probably just need to be held That probably all it is To all the people out there tonight Who are comforting themselves If you should happen to see my light You can stop and ring my bell I'm just sittin' here in this sty Strewn with half-written songs Taking one breath at a time Nuthin' much going on Nuthin' much going on --- Recoil - Ani DiFranco