is it right to fall asleep
with your head so low?
snow falls softly on the white house
out on farmers road
fire's stoked
the house is warm
and children wipe their nose
what you came for
what you wanted
wasn't what you saw
is it right to leave the light on
when there's no one home?
read your paper
drink your coffee
mornings are so slow
snow is falling with a fervor
out on farmers road
on the white house that you called home
that was once your own
you let it get you
you let it tear your heart away