Somethin’ was a knockin’ at the door this morn’
I said somethin’ sad was a knockin’ at the door this morn’
and I didn’t want to get up to see what was a knockin’ at that door
because I was feelin’ kinda down you see; yes I was feelin’
down and dreary and I was even too lazy to pick my mind
up off this dusty floor.
Mama always said there would be days like these; she said
there would be days where the sun wasn’t gonna shine.
She said “Hell, the sun don’t owe us a damn thing”
but we still will have to pick up our hearts and sing.
She said we were born to have the blues and I had them
this mornin’ because the knockin’ at my door wasn’t gonna stop
til I answered the door to my internal pain.
My heart felt like shit and my feelings were arguing
with my morals; my common sense was even growlin’
when my conscious decided to start a howlin’
I had the blues and I had them bad. I felt the fingertips
of my anger snappin and the energy from the shoe bottoms
of my sadness tappin
because I was brokin’ with my tears steamin’ and smokin’
from a different kind of love walkin’ out that door
and mama said there would be days like these
but she didn’t tell me it would hurt this bad.
© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan
