Some days I look at the mantelpiece

Where the dust gets thicker and the cobwebs grow

I’m not sure what to do about it, you know.

 

Every day seems like the same day

And even though it’s sunny outside

Sometimes the clouds get in the way.

 

I watch the TV but I don’t always take it in

And the flickering colours and sounds

Are something I don’t want around.

 

Every day seems like the same day

Sometimes it’s warm and sometimes it’s cold

But it’s me that is growing old.

 

Have I eaten my breakfast?

Have I taken my pills?

Where’s my cardigan? I’m feeling the chills.

 

Every day seems like the same day

The sounds and colours all merge

I feel like I’m living underwater and life has all submerged