Haven For The Blues

Well I saw the weather freezing muddy puddles in my yard

Some days are warm and willing and some days life is hard

There's water in my basement there's ice inside my veins

There's very little sunshine when you're gone it mostly rains

I checked the morning papers hoping that I'd find some news

But nothing ever happens in this haven for the blues

I can hear the freight train whistle from my living room at night

And I wonder where it's heading as it rumbles out of sight

So I pluck another love song from this broken down guitar

As the evening turns to morning and I wonder where you are

I checked the weather channel kind of hoping for a storm