Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning

hits me straight in the eye

guess you forgot to close the blind last night

Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me



I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,

the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,

the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,

but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed

Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it

'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon



Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again

maybe I'll add a little T.V. too

No milk! God, how I hate that

Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny

She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'

she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand'



Lunchtime. I start to dial your number

then I remember so I reach for something to smoke

and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane

than go through all that shit again



There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing

Just listening to records and watching the sun falling

Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something

and this spell won't be broken

by the sound of keys scraping in the lock



Maybe tonight it's a movie

with plenty of room for elbows and knees

a bag of popcorn all to myself,

black and white with a strong female lead

and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave



Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten

how strange these streets feel

when you're alone on them

Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion

So I lower my head, make a beeline for home

Seething inside



Funny, I'd never noticed