Have you ever been pouring coffee
And found you missed the cup,
Hanged your head in frustration,
And swore you’re giving up?

Have you ever went to dress
And put your clothes on wrong,
Threw your hands up in the air,
And said you couldn’t carry on?

Have you ever tried to dial your house
And rang somebody else,
Slammed the phone down in anger,
And thought of seeking help?

Well this is just the phase I’m in
Over lingering on your love.
I’m blinded by the glare of it,
And feel like giving up.

So if you ever get a call
And no one says a thing,
I’m sorry, but I’m blinded again,
It’s hard remembering.

10-2-1990 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire