Sort Of Grey

I can be sort of grey on a good day

I can feel the weather in my bones

And I'm all headaches and back pain

Wishing I was more alone

I'm a time thief, full of mischief

I've taken more breaths

You're a bad beat and a sweet treat

I came to take what Jesus came to serve

What could you want with me?

Oh, my God, you can't be that lonely

I'm an untucked shirt tail on an old trail

You know well I've lost the scent

All the affection in my disposition

Can't charm down the rent that we spent

What could you want with me?

I'm a door that locks without a key

Light in all I see, illuminating

Light in all I see, illuminate me