Wrote this last month during a cold, gloomy, grey, snowy couple of weeks.
Still needs some mixing help and real drums.
Played a baritone guitar, High Strung guitar, bass and pedal steel.
Cardinal in a River Oak Tree
Black and white and gray. Another gloomy day.
Blasting the Ramones. Rattling these old bones.
5 degrees below. It’s trying hard to snow.
6 more weeks of winter. Be glad to see it go.
I’m looking at a bright red cardinal, in a leafless river oak tree.
I can’t keep from staring. He can’t keep from staring at me.
Brings me a glimmer of hope.
And one less reason to mope.
I wonder and worry if he’s lonely and I wonder if he worries about me.
My hair is getting long. Like Samson I feel strong.
My beard’s turned white and grey. I kind of like it that way.
Alcohol and pills. Have ravaged my social skills.
Quarantine has taken its toll. On this old chunk of coal.
I’m looking at a bright red cardinal, in a leafless river oak tree.
I can’t keep from staring at him. he can’t keep from staring at me.
Brings me a glimmer of hope.
And one less reason to mope.
I wonder and worry if he’s lonely and I wonder if he worries about me.
-Bridge
I’m finding it hard to choose. Uppers, downers or booze.
I hope I don’t succumb. To the cliché I’ve become.
-Solo
I’m looking at a bright red cardinal, in a leafless river oak tree.
I can’t keep from staring at him. he can’t keep from staring at me.
Brings me a glimmer of hope.
And one less reason to mope.
I wonder and worry if he’s lonely.
I wonder and worry, Yea I worry and I wonder. I wonder if he worries about me.