OH ME
Open my eyes and think "oh me"
It's cold outside I can see
Road so slick I spin around
Sleet falling and covering the ground
Sixty five yellow roses to fix
Calls coming in, Grace is sick
Earthquakes on tv, fires too
Everyone suffering what can we do?
It's getting worse so I go home
Other job not wokring says the phone
Ok w/me I'm worn out
Cook and sleep, what relaxing is all about
Feels so good to watch tv and rest
Tonight Murphy Brown looks her best
So bad I need this time at home
No aggravation, no ringing phones
Written back in the 90s