Rocking Chair (Something True)

Rocking chair, right by the weather-beaten door.
I wouldn't care, if my feet still didn't touch the floor.
But now they do, and now that you
Are more than something black and blue, I say, 
Just tell me something true.

My favourite shirt has holes, and in places I can't hide
So should it go? If it still fits me then I really don't see why
What should I do? It's time to choose,
But with so much still to lose, I say,
Just tell me something true

Because I'd like to change my tune.
And not walk a different path in these same clothes each afternoon.
I'd settle for a clue.
Just tell me something true.

Rocking chair, wearing grooves into the floor.
If I didn't care, would I show myself the door?
What's there to prove, and who to?
Is it time for something new, I say,
Just tell me something true.

Which shirt should stay, and which should definitely go.
I tried them every way, and still don't really know.
I always liked bright blue, I still do, whether round, buttoned or crew, I say,
Just tell me something true.

Because I'd like to change my tune.
And not walk a different path in these same clothes each afternoon.
I'd settle for a cue.
Just tell me something true.

I've watched a lot go by
In my rocking-chairing life.
And it all seemed so worth time
I was learning by the knife 
One thing I know for sure
Is I'm really great at rocking 
By this weather-beaten door
Here next to you
Saying the only thing that's true
That's what I do, no less will do

This is the one thing that is true