A blues song in the morning

Today I drifted awake with a blues song forming in my head. A slow and low man's voice, head bent over his guitar, bass notes stepping down to the final line in the chorus...

Living alone

Evenings I sit all alone with a drink in my hand

Mornings I lie in bed waiting for the courage to stand

Years keep on passing like water through the fingers of my hand

Why is it life never goes just as you planned

I wander these rooms remembering what used to be

And I miss the missing face I so long to see

Why won't your ghost ever come to me

In this house of misery

Outside the sun shines and birds sing and gentle winds blow

People pass by with their busy lives and somewhere to go

Sometimes they stop in to see me and I tell them to go

Why is it life never goes as it should go

And I wander these rooms wanting what used to be

And still I keep missing the face I wish I could see

Why won't your ghost ever come to me

In this house of misery

I fixed the roof ten years after you were gone

Another ten years I put all the new windows on

They walk by and see the flowers that bloom on my lawn

Why is it life is alright and then one day it's gone

Why won't your ghost ever come to me

In this house of misery

Oh someday a quick crash and burn will be the end of me

And I'll burn to the ground

This house of misery