Sunday morning ennui

Listen to the bed
there's disquiet in my head
There is nothin' goin' down
and I can feel it

There's a stale in the air,
thoughts of woe and wear and tear
not somethin' I want to share,
or reveal

And that sweet city woman,
she moves through the land
controlling my mind and my soul.
When she's rejecting me
yeah, and the feelin' is bad,

then I get day ennui, day ennui
What can I do with it?
Got that day ennui, day ennui
What can I show for it?

Here I am,
waitin' for this moment to end,
crumblin' of my past hopes so fine,
borne of hubris,
filling in time.

day ennui, day ennui
What can I do with it?
Got that day ennui, day ennui
What can I show for it?

In the ebb of desire,
Ain't no way for me to make it.
Ain't got a plan to take me through the mornin'.
I got drek in my mind.
I got dullard in my thinkin'.
And I'm grumbling in the day;
I give you warnin'.

And that sweet city woman,
she moves through the light,
controlling my mind and my soul.
When she's rejecting me
yeah, and the feelin' is bad,

day ennui, day ennui
What can I do with it?
Got that day ennui, day ennui
What can I show for it?

Here I am,
waitin' for this moment to end,
crumblin' of my past hopes so fine,
borne of hubris,
filling in time.

day ennui, day ennui
What can I do with it?
Got that day ennui, day ennui
What can I show for it?

(October 2019)