Saw the sun come up again.
Last weeks papers and a pack of darts
That got me through til ten.
The ten fifteens five minutes late.
I really should just get out more these days.
Next door is coughing up his lungs.
Two A.M. Im sure she said
Shes gonna get herself a gun.
I blacked out from three to five.
You should hear whats going on outside.

As the morning bread goes hard
On the corner shop theyre waiting
Just for rush hour to start.
And Im wondering why his kids are late
I really should just get out more these days.

Days, and each one shows
theres so much Ill never know
If I dont ever get
If I never get home, home.

And old Ryans 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 whats going on outside.