Broad Street Blues

Watching life through the window 

Past the fence post in the yard

Stuck under heavy feelings 

Really living is too hard

Doing circles in my past life

Afraid to let it go

I don’t want to meet an angel

I want the devil that I know

I’m not afraid to admit it - 

That sometimes I don’t know 

If I’m pushing this door open

Or holding this door closed 

And if it ever opened wide

Would I even go?

I’m not afraid to admit it -

I really don’t know.