Balance Problems

And quietly she's sitting on the sofa backed against the wall
Surrounded by investments, box of photos, and
the dusty hall
Light comes pouring in from yellow windows veiled with (?)
And I am worried I can see myself inside that house
Not too long from now
When will I stop getting out to see the sunlight?
And will I have to shield my eyes if it gets too bright?
The funny thing is I don't have a choice
Lift a page of calendar and dates record
Another day has passed inside four walls
Expecting letters, or at least a call
Surely I have not been forgotten
The stale leftover Christmas dinner sits alone
On the stove
A vague reminder of holidays and feeling at home
At home
The dogs are barking late at night
They're keeping me awake
Lack of sleeping is catching up in my growing age
Yeah
When will I stop getting out to see the sunlight?
And will I have to shield my eyes if it gets too bright?
The funny thing is I don't have a choice
Lift a page of calendar and dates record
This lonely street is holding dust and getting old
The grass has grown and stretched across the road
When will I stop getting out to see the sunlight?
And will I have to shield my eyes if it gets too bright?
The funny thing is I don't have a choice
Lift a page of calendar and dates record
When will I stop getting out to see the sunlight?
And will I have to shield my eyes if it gets too bright?
The funny thing is I don't have a choice
Lift a page of calendar and dates record