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.