"Where's the funhouse this year?"

My iPod reminded me this morning of the Counting Crows' song Children in Bloom, and as I listened to the lyrics I realized how much it fits my own life at the moment (granted, I don't know anyone named Nicole, but I can think of a few other names I could fit into that space). When I heard the lyric about rain, it brought up memories of this past weekend. Anyway, in the absence of my own lyrics to post (though "Bethany" and "Catharsis" are nearing completion) I thought I'd throw up the lyrics, just because I feel like it.

"Children in Bloom"

Children in bloom cooking in the sun
Waiting for a room of our own
Leave my sister alone
She don't deserve this
She is a flower and I am a flower
And we are all alone

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It's melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home

All these wasted dreams
Just waiting for the sun
To open up my heart to anyone
Bring me some rain
Because I'm dying
And I can't get this damn thing closed again

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It's melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home

Where's the funhouse this year?
The fairground's deserted and all the skies don't seem as near
Nicole's my oldest friend
But the altar is empty
And she'll never be a little girl again

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It's melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slumber and get myself home

I can't find my way home
I can't find my way home