And whole days of shouting
"Would you listen to me?"
See, I'm the one in charge now
I turned into someone's mother
Or someone should show me where is the door
Or someone should come around and explain
How it is that love forgets to speak its name
And then you turn on the news
And it's somebody else's news
And it's always such bad news
And I'm no good with sad news anymore
To count heads in tangled beds
And somewhere gently closes a door
And I'm right here once more
Crying, confessing, counting my blessings
That even when the sky is clear
And the moon looks really close