Song For Joni

I'm camouflaged like cotton balls in a cupboard full of surgical gauze

Gazing through the open maw to watch the whitewash fall apart

I'm a passive actor, I'm filled with anger, sensitive to horror, hung-up on cliffhangers

I read the news Lord knows I don't make it

And every now and then I get a little down down

Yes every now and then I get a little bit down down down

So I put my shoes on and tie them up tight

Then I run around the block just to clear my mind

When I come back you're cooking dinner on the stove

And our daughter is dancing on the living room floor