Saw the sun come up again
Last week's papers and a pack of darts
That got me through 'til ten
The ten-fifteen's five minutes late
I really should just get out more these days

Next-door is coughing up his lungs
Two A.M. I'm sure she said
She was gonna get herself a gun
I blacked out from three to five
You should hear what's going on outside

As the morning bread goes hard
On the corner shop, they're waiting
Just for rush hour to start
Now, I'm wondering why his kids are late
I really should just get out more these days

Days, and each one shows
There's so much I'll never know
If I don't ever get
If I've ever been home, home

And old Ryan's still his rust
And Tuesday comes and goes
Just like any late night bus
I could do a lot more with my time
But you should hear what's going on outside
Ahh...
Ahh...