It was looking like a throw back Monday
The whole human race was on my back
And coming off a dreadful weekend
I was looking for a four leaf clover Jack
Given half the chance I'd roll up
In a little ball and go right back to sleep
Flip the safety off a Nyquil bottle
Take a hit and then I'd backstroke Neptune deep
Bought a coffee and a Charlie ticket
I took a little risk and blew off work
At the far end of the subway platform
Saw a crazy old codger who was going berserk
I watched him crab-walk toward me
Pretty soon I felt him pulling on my sleeve
Heard the screech of a braking trolley
Jumping on I heard him tell me to believe
Without the pain there is no gain
You've got to keep on looking through
Enchanted Glasses
Getting slammed into a balance hand pole
I felt a sudden sharpness against my chest
In the pocket of my leather jacket
I found a pair of multi-colored tricked out specs
Just for a laugh I tried them
When I looked around I thought that I had died
Everybody had a golden aura
The subway car looked like a Magic Kingdom ride
Without the pain there is no gain
You've got to keep on looking through
Enchanted Glasses