Somedays i think
What i'm doing it pretty alright
It kind of makes sense
But then i get days like today
Where i can hardly make
Head or tail of it
Broken chair in a room
Sitting far from the door
Near the old white heater
Broken chair in a room
Sitting far from the door
It should have been let go
Little light from the window
A little more from the screen
Of the tiny television
Little light from the window
A little more from the screen
Not much to be seen
My heart started beating
Tonight
Now people will try to make suggestions
It only makes sense
Cause they're having days like today
Where everything seems so
Crisp and clear
Tonight could have been
The same as any other
There was no reason
To change everything