The record plays when I’m alone
From a broken heart and home
Like Sisyphus rolling up the boulder
My duty rests on my shoulders
How can I go on without you
I only hope you hear it too
Can you hear it when you arrive
If you don’t how can I survive
The rain has come and washes my doubt
But the record still plays it out
Then she confesses she hears it too
We harmonized blowing away the blues
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/18
Michael's Lair 