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Saw the sun come up again. |
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Last week's papers and a pack of darts |
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That got me through 'til ten. |
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The ten fifteen's five minutes late. |
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I really should just get out more these days. |
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Next door is coughing up his lungs. |
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Two A.M. I'm sure she said |
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She's gonna get herself a gun. |
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I blacked out from three to five. |
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You should hear what's going on outside. |
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As the morning bread goes hard |
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On the corner shop they're waiting |
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Just for rush hour to start. |
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And I'm wondering why his kids are late |
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I really should just get out more these days. |
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Days, and each one shows there's so much |
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I'll never know |
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If I don't ever get |
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If I never get home, home. |
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And old Ryan's still his rust |
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And Tuesday comes and goes |
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Like any late night bus. |
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I could do a lot more with my time |
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But you should hear what's going on outside. |
