House of Broken Things

Last year, after a heart attack, I fell into my first, and hopefully last depression. Just home from a great 4500 mile tour and it was like I had been unplugged. Maggie kept asking what was wrong, and I kept saying, "I don't know....it's like I'm waiting for something to happen."
That something was a dream, and the dream brought me out of that depression after a three month gap of time. During that time everything in the house, it seemed, had broken. The song came out as more of a confession to myself, but then a tune reluctantly arrived.