Better Weather from Community Theater by Mark Donato

The holidays are dark
The countryside is stark
Everybody buried under layers
The walking path is slick
Half the town is sick
The dying we remember in our prayers

You tell me to tough it out and I will
No cure for the cold but fire
The canvas is black as an oil spill
The quiet is as ghostly as a children's choir

Waiting takes forever
I'm not waiting anymore
There'll be better weather
but it's not worth waiting for
What could it be worth
When this my only day on earth

Blood inside my nose
from too many blows
The skin is cracking on my hands
Rats are in the walls
Another evening crawls
The wind knocks over the garbage cans

You tell me to tough it out and I will
No cure for the cold but fire
The canvas is black as an oil spill
The quiet is as ghostly as a children's choir

Waiting takes forever
I'm not waiting anymore
There'll be better weather
but it's not worth waiting for
What could it be worth
When this my only day on earth

The holidays are dark
The countryside is stark
Everybody buried under layers
The walking path is slick
Half the town is sick
The dying we remember in our prayers

• Rock
• hudson valley
• lyrical
• smart pop
• woodstock
• West Shokan