Doormat Blues Lyrics

Sometimes I feel like that mat outside you door

Yes, times I feel like the mat outside your door

Scrape the dirt off of your shoes, so you don't track up your floor

I'm like that mat that's lyin' outside of your door

Sometimes I feel like a bag hung from the ceiling

A punching bag that's hanging from the ceiling

I'm taking lots of body shots while your working out your feelings

On your punching bag that's hanging from the ceiling

There are days when life is difficult and I'm feeling like I'm being treated rough,

But there's times of sharing triumph, grace, and joy and synergistic stuff

Because most times I'm feelin'- like your precious book

Like your dog eared, well worn, well read favorite book

I'm knowin' how you love me despite the way my cover looks

I'm your scruffy lookin,' comfort giving, book

There are days when life is difficult and I'm feeling like I'm being treated rough

But there's times of sharing triumph, grace, and joy and synergistic stuff

Sometimes it hard, not knowin' what you need

Yes, it's difficult to know just what you need

It'd be great to have a manual, so I'd know how to proceed

Yes, it's hard not knowin' what you need