Mom is gone,
And the dog is in her bed.
It’s been a while
Since my phone rang.

But that’s alright,
I suppose.

The sky is gray,
And my eyes are red.
It’s beginning hard to tell
What day it’s not.

But that’s alright,
I suppose.

My mind is running dry,
And the rain puts me to sleep.
Guess I’ll give it up
With all this thinking.

But everything will be alright,
I suppose.