My MIL is dying and the room where I usually record songs is being used, so I haven't been able to do much recording. Well, I complained about it once while running to the stores for groceries what I said was a bit too loud (I thought it was under my breath) "I don't want to be an ass, but I feel like a mule" so I quicky wrote this...

Running here, running there in the cold and the rain all you do is stare

Bed ridden for months never again to walk deciphering your grunts

I don't want to be an ass but I feel like a mule doing everything you ask

it cost too much for care too scary are those places the stories they share

So I run here and there in the cold and rain only because I care

I don't want to be an ass but I feel like a mule and the snow turns to grass

But, I'm going to be here to see you through wiping away a tear