Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning

Hits me straight in the eye, guess you forgot to close the blindlast 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, good news always sleeps till noon

Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again

Maybe I'll add a little TV too

No milk! Oh God how I hate that

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

She's got a black eye this morning, Jenny 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

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 the spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping inthe lock

Maybe tonight it's a movie

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've never noticed

The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window

Which reminds me, I forgot to close the blind again

Yeah sure I'll admit there are times that I miss you

'Specially like now when I need someone to hold me

But there are some things that can never be forgiven

And I kind of like this extra few feet in my bed