Work In Progress

Well it's the reason for tears on your face Well it's the reason for no embrace Well it's the reason for no sunlite skies Well it's the reason for your frown It's the reason you are so down It's the reason you're no clown The recliner is totally down Caput, Colapse, And it's no surprise Tears coming from your eyes Part of you has died Lying on the carport Waiting to be buried With memories inside If that recliner could talk