Woe

This is my coffin
I lay here alone
The drone of the tv
I can't reach the phone
I'm not dead
I'm not buried
I'm just kinda gone
And if you knocked on my door
There'd be nobody home

Strong in its silence
This room gives me wake
A peaceful surrender
When hard are life's days
Not a word spoken
But stories are told
In tears of reflection
Beyond my control

Woe
Another tough row to hoe
Woe
Woe
I'm riding the high and the low

Another day passes
Another day lost
If I'd paced myself better
I'd push off the cost
A gentle reminder
Of what can be lost
And when I recover
I'll be better off

Woe
Another tough row to hoe
Woe
Woe
I'm riding the high and the low
Woe
Woe
I'm riding the high and the low



Credits
Writer(s): Susan Odle
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