Everything is Closed

I wrote this song when learning to live with COVID was new, when everything changed in a moment and we found ourselves at home. While we now have freedom to move about, our way of life has changed. Whatever we do, we must do differently. Get togethers of all kinds we approach carefully and consider the risks. And, the unknown still stretches out in front of us with an undefined end.

Words and music by Betsy Gonwa © 2020

Her hair looks like the highway
Long and straight and smooth and black
But now she sees a meaningless
Reflection looking back.

She was going somewhere
But this morning she awoke
On a dead end, country lane
Where she hears a rooster crow 

CHORUS
Because everything is closed

And the governor’s order stands
Everything is closed for 30 days.

Was it just last week
It seemed her limit was the sky
She rolled down all the windows,
And just let her hair fly

BRIDGE
The way was open, the way was wide.
Her future laid out before her eyes.
Cruisin’ down the highway
There weren’t any byways
She knew where she was going
But that was before, that was before the world ended

CHORUS

She circles, going nowhere
She can’t think straight anymore
Life has frizzled
Like a permanent gone bad

All she sees are split ends, dead ends,
not a single good end
The highway rolled up yesterday
with the governor’s command.

CHORUS

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