it's always the weather

she said, "honey look at me. i can barely breathe", i said, "i know. i wish there was something i could do, to relieve you of dark clouds", oh, but timing is everything, and we met in the calm before the storm, now every day's determined by, how the clouds form, oh, i tried to keep you warm, but you needed so much more than, i could offer you, what am i to do?, "nothing," she says, "this isn't your mess", in fact, it seems that my presence, only brings her more distress, and yes, i confess, it's not like i'm the best, at putting one's, mind at rest, plus, how could i compete, with the sun, or the rain, or the snow, or the sleet?, when these new england blues, just take hold of you, they shake you down, to the root, trying to get rid of you, don't let it take you, this home is all i know, don't let it take you, i can't bear letting you go, all the birds are heading south, but stubbornly we stand our ground, it's always summer somewhere else, so i can't blame you for wanting out, oh, i tried to keep you warm, but you needed so much more than, i could offer you, what am i to do?, oh, i tried to keep you warm, buried in the hope that, i could comfort you, oh, but it's no use, she said, "honey look at me. i'm not where i should be", oh, i hope you find greener grass, wherever you go, while i remain here trying, to make mine grow