A Typical Day In The Life Of

They Say There's A Heaven For Those Who Wait, Some Say It's Better I Say It Ain't.

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?

If It Seems Like I've Been Lost In 'lets Remember', If It Seems I'm Gettin' Older And Missin' My Younger Days, Well You Shoulda Known Me Much Better, Cause The Past Is Something That Never Got In My Way.

I Can't Remember Faces, Don't Remember Names, But After Awhile And A Thousand Miles It All Becomes The Same.

I See The Children With Their Boredom And Their Vacant Stares.