I've got the quarantine blues.
Don't you?
Crawling Walls. Deja Vu.
I've got the quarantine blues don't you?
Don't you too?
Don't you too?

Hey. Look what opportunity brings.
A world crisis. A new page of history begins.
Could be a few months long. I've had this longing within,
Gonna take this opportunity to reassess things.
Been thinking that I needed a break.
Write a novel maybe. Lose some middleage weight.
Been hitting bottom lately. Dread filling my days.
Take some time, find myself, then come out of the gates.
Used to rail against the man firing all those people.
Now I'm the man firing all those people.
Day 12 and the fear's setting in.
I'm now my own less successful identical twin,
I got this bad habit, its beginning to sting,
Always starting new things
But never finishing anything.
Ugh. The time's slipping away.
Its been 17 days and I cannot create.
I have failed to erase
my old habits and ways.
There's no new nothing.
Just a blank page.

I've got the quarantine blues. Don't you?
Walks on stalks, Sticks like glue
I've got the quarantine blues don't you?
Don't you too?
Don't you too?

Day 23 and I'm holding my breath
Cause it annoys you so much, you're wishing me death,
And you recoil from my touch, roll over in bed,
Lets sleep on it. Better in the morning I guess.
But I can't sleep. What if it never gets better?
Making sense of it all is a senseless endeavour
An endless forever where nothing's staying the same.
Not my job. Not my house. Not my family name.
I was banking on a steady on progression of history,
Not back to world wars, fascists and TB,
Rations to feed me,
my friends and family,
Our grandaddy's bad stories back so callously

Block it out, but know your not alone in your feelings,
Cause there's plenty of us, all staring up at the ceiling
And here's how I've been dealing:

Find a moment you can be wholly and totally in,
Draw a circle round your family, let nobody in,
Try to focus on the robot-dancing disco at bathtime,
The kids-down, half-bottle helpings of red wine,
The walks round the block in the primitive sunshine,
And carrying ice-creams under quarantine skylines,
Back to the garden, kids heads on your thighs,
Lying back on the grass looking up at the sky.
I've got these quarantine blues but they're gone for a while
They're gone for a while