I woke up this morning with nothing in mind
by the time it was noon I was that much behind
so I gathered the bottles and emptied the trash
I looked in my wallet, I'm all out of cash
I think real hard 'bout what I should do
but my crusty old brain it just don't have a clue
so I look in my heart for right and for wrong
a little voice tells me to write a new song
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and I'm humming a melody, rhyming some rhymes
searching the sofa for pencils and dimes
making up stories 'bout me and 'bout you
without you babe I don't know what I'd do
well the clothes are all dirty, there's nothing to eat
I put on my shoes and head out to the street
I'm weaving through traffic, I drive like a shark
when I get to the store there's nowhere to park
I'm waiting in line for this and for that
the magazine covers say "how to loose fat"
but I ain't on a diet and my mind slips away
there's so much to do and there's so much to say
Chorus
well the day's getting old, I'm hungry and tired
I'd take me a nap but my brain is too wired
so I flip on the tube and turn to the news
but fifteen more murders just gives me the blues
now my baby walks in, she's been gone a while
she's had a hard day but still gives me a smile
and I'm happy to see her, it gives me relief
I let go my pain and I forget my grief
Chorus
words and music by Dan Whitaker
© 1999 Dan Whitaker
© 2006 Starkananda Music
