another morning, my alarms clock's warning the ceiling's
cracked and the rain is pouring in my coffee cup as
I get the courage up I drag a comb across my thinning
hair and try to energize my vacant stare and try to
find a way just to face another day the world is hard
and it's cold outside there's another ticket on the
car I drive and I'm late again for my nine-to-five
I sometimes wonder why I'm still alive in another time
another place I just might stand up tall and win the
race with a few more dimes a younger face I could just
take it all and enjoy the taste the hour's late and
it's getting hot as I sit alone in the parking lot
I put a bullet in the gun I bought and realize that my chance is shot