One thing is always another by C.B.

You love to sing Janis, Bonnie, Or Melissa Etheridge,
But...today it's the blues,
Etta, Billie, and Bessie, and another sad, sad, song.
Particular attention to cleaning,
sunlight curls falling in your face,
you bend a little and your shirt rises on your back,
as your voice goes up and up and up.
You should be famous...
with a crowd of a million,
standing as I am...
mouth slightly smiling...
idolizing the beauty of this sound.
You flick your hair with a soapy hand,
while a prism's rainbow dances on your cheek.


I brush your neck with my lips,
and you jump and giggle....
splashing my shirt with soap,
and then a kiss.

You are sad my baby.
What's wrong with you?
The sun shines bright and your hair sparkles gold,
and I have to run my fingers through it.

I think...maybe you feel unapprecciated...
as I am sure that you are,
with a voice like that,
with talent like yours,
with a face that beautiful...
And what do you want?

I would try to help take you somewhere that people aren't
so country, and introduce the world to my baby...
maybe then you'll lose the blues,
and start to rock again.

I touch my lips to your cheek and ask,
"Sweet baby, why do you look so sad?"

And then I realize that today it's none of that,
But only because I was nagging again,
and you thought that I was mad.