Don't you think it's strange when you're sitting all alone
And the lights are low and no one's home
And time resigns
You go to the fridge and you get another beer
Ice cold in your hands condensation like tears
Flow down blind
Smoke another cigarette forgetting all the hype
Dust moves in slow motion in the firelight
And it's all, oh it's all OK
It's the end of another day
Don't you know the scene you're falling out of bed
You're getting in the car with not much said
You're on, yes you're on your way
Sitting in the traffic the faces a flood
Some so happy some not so much
Feet, you're feet of clay
Getting through the days it's not so bad
Six o clock is coming you're mostly glad
Days, oh these days
Oh these days