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.