The day everything became nothing
I was standing underneath a streetlight
Wishing I had a cigarette
I can't recall anything unusual about it

If there was something in the air
If the skies had clouded over
I wasn't aware
I was too bored to care

No thunder roared. No lightning cracked
No missiles rained from the sky
This was no sneak attack
There was just suddenly this awful lack
Things had changed, that's for sure

The day everything became nothing
You couldn't put your finger on what had gone wrong
The alleys were still dirty; the garbage still smelled;
There was no panic in the streets;
Just a lot of grief...
In people's faces, in their eyes...
A mixture of horror
And total surprise

This was no apocalypse
No one heard a voice from the sky
There were no miracles at the 7-eleven
No one screamed, No one even asked why
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died
So let it die!
I can't recall much of what happened next
I was on my way to visit this woman I knew
All we had in common was good sex
And now I couldn't even remember her address

A group of us, just strangers, got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem
We talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility
I couldn't remember my name, so I called myself Bob

It's weird being a Bob, but i'll get used to it
I have to