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
