It’s Saturday Morning

It’s Saturday morning
And I’m about to fry an egg
I’m limping from the bed
I got a pain in my leg

I’m thinking about my sorrows
And how they’re really not that bad
I’d give you all my tomorrows
If there were any to be had

Thunderstorms come
In the morning unexpected
God’s justice and mercy
And Christ resurrected

Your eyes and your words
Burn a hole in my dreams
The things that you don’t say
What is and what seems

It’s Saturday morning
And I’m frying this egg
I’m standing at the stove
I got a pain in my leg


  1. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    Charley horse?

  2. Jonathan Webb says


  3. Where’s the harmonica bridge?

    Otherwise, I’d love to see this set to music.

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