Lyrics

If there’s clutter in the closet it won’t help for sure
Precious things get lost
When it’s filled with a deposit of the junk du jour
At any price that’s much too great a cost

If there’s clutter by the window it won’t help for sure
I can’t see the beauty of the skies
Behind the shrouds that sometimes do obscure
All the pastel colors from my eyes

I think about the sunlight in the pouring rain
But still there’s doubt for the sun’s not in the sky
It’s somewhere deep inside my brain

If there’s clutter in the attic it won’t help for sure
Odors become musty
And cobwebs become static as they long endure
And all the memories crumble into dust

I think about the sunlight in the pouring rain
But still there’s doubt for the sun’s not in the sky
It’s somewhere deep inside my brain

©2012 David Fox Music (ASCAP)