Tuesday

Saw the sun come up again.

Last week's papers and a pack of darts

That got me through 'til ten.

The ten fifteen's five minutes late.

I really should just get out more these days.

Next door is coughing up his lungs.

Two A.M. I'm sure she said

She's gonna get herself a gun.

I blacked out from three to five.

You should hear what's going on outside.

As the morning bread goes hard

On the corner shop they're waiting

Just for rush hour to start.

And I'm wondering why his kids are late

I really should just get out more these days.

Days, and each one shows there's so much

I'll never know

If I don't ever get

If I never get home, home.

And old Ryan's still his rust

And Tuesday comes and goes

Like any late night bus.

I could do a lot more with my time

But you should hear what's going on outside.