Too Dark to See

Saturday afternoon....stuck inside
laundry's done and no where to go, no one to call
Warren Zevon doing Bob Dylan
and I wish I were the one knocking...

I'm hungry but I don't want to eat
I'm tired but I don't want to sleep
I'm lonely but I don't want to talk
I'm restless but I don't want to walk

Sometimes I miss it
the escape
Sometimes I miss it
the relief

I know that's not where I need to be anymore
I know I'm too old for that road
I know it won't work like it once did
And that would be the worst discovery of all...

I'm sad but I don't want to cry
I'm scared but I don't want to try
I'm frustrated but I don't know change
I'm afraid

Sometimes I miss it
the peace
Sometimes I miss it
the fog

Open that door for me.