I got a calendar with a page for every day
I turn it maybe two times a week
I just never bother gotta find a better way
Before that calendar becomes an antique
I'm sure there's a clock on the wall
Couldn't tell you if it's fast or slow
Even if it were wouldn't matter at all
Being late's the only way I've ever known
Welcome to a world with no guarantees
Somehow I take for granted things I've never seen
How did I do it
How did I keep track of the days
The sound of malaise I could give a recital
But legally no one can attend
On account of my age isolation is vital
I'd say I hate it but I hate to pretend
There was a time when things got rough
You could disappear maybe ride the rails
That romantic situation ain't an option for us
At least you can decorate your personal jail
Welcome to a world with no guarantees
Somehow I take for granted things I've never seen
How did I do it
How did I keep track of the days