Black Dog Blues

It has just turned seven
On a Saturday eve
I should be sat downstairs
With the kids on my knees

But I am laid up in bed, alone and in such pain
As my old black dog
Paces up and down to a new refrain

Listening to the rain on my window
As relentless as my mood
Keeping me from light
Keeping me from food

And all I have to keep my sanity
Are the words that spill from my buzzing head
As I lay down here again once more
So lonely in my bed.

Come the day, come the light
I pray that old dog of mine takes flight
To once again step outside my bedroom door
To the arms of all those loved ones I adore