Sort Of Grey

I can be sort of grey on a good day
I can feel the weather in my bones
And I'm all headaches and back pain
Wishing I was more alone

I'm a time thief, full of mischief
I've taken more breaths
You're a bad beat and a sweet treat
I came to take what Jesus came to serve

What could you want with me?
Oh, my God, you can't be that lonely

I'm an untucked shirt tail on an old trail
You know well I've lost the scent
All the affection in my disposition
Can't charm down the rent that we spent

What could you want with me?
I'm a door that locks without a key

Light in all I see, illuminating
Light in all I see, illuminate me