Every morning I come down stairs,
Put the radio on,
Switch on the computer.
Load up my email accounts
To see if anybody wants me.
Load up my calendar
To see what is in store for me,
In store for me today.
And there it sits,
Full of things to do,
Which of them can I do,
Can I do today?
None of them!
Such a shame
To have a full calendar,
But not allowed out,
Allowed out to follow,
Follow my old life.
So I stay,
Stay indoors and create,
Create my new life,
Which will be fine,
As I have music,
I have words,
And I have my mind.