Come On Up To The House

Yesterday I was feeling really upbeat, but today feels harder. Lucky for me, Tom Waits gets that:

Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house

I think that's Tom's very poetic way of telling me that the pity party is officially over. That it's getting to be time to dry my eyes and move on from a man who, it appears now, was just passin' through:

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
Come on up to the house

Does life seem nasty, brutish and short
Come on up to the house
The seas are stormy
And you can't find no port
Come on up to the house
There's nothin' in the world

There's nothin in the world
that you can do
you gotta come on up to the house
and you been whipped by the forces
that are inside you
come on up to the house
well you're high on top
of your mountain of woe
come on up to the house
well you know you should surrender
but you can't let go
you gotta come on up to the house

Surrendering is hard, as is letting go, but I can do it. I know I can. I just have to come on up to the house...