It's Not Your Fault That Your a Man

Dear foggy afternoon

I am foggy just like you

My mind is stormy and confused

I'm solo dancing with the blues

My head is up, rub myself out

I celebrate my loss with stout

Could hang my head but thought instead

I'd drag myself back home to bed

And oh, darling, take my hand

I'd like to help you understand

It's not your fault that you're a man

There's things you'd like to do but can't

I'm scattered now, it makes you doubt

The things you thought we had worked out

Read to me, it helps me sleep

It puts my weary mind at peace

And although it may not seem I am

More grateful, beside you I stand

Time will tell, I know your smell

It always puts my mind at ease