Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning

Hits me straight in the eye

Guess you forgot to close the blind last night

Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me

Yeah, I sure do miss the smell of burnt coffee in the morning

And the sound of water splashin' all over the bathroom

And the kiss that you would give me

Even though I was sleepin'

But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed

Telephone ringin' but I don't answer it

'Cause everybody knows good news always sleeps till noon

Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again

Maybe I'll add a little TV too

No milk, oh, God, I hate that

Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny

She's got a black eye this morning

Jen, how'd you get it?

She said, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"

Lunchtime, I start to dial your number

Then I remember, so I reach for something to smoke

And, anyways, I'd rather listen to Coltrane

Then go through all that shit again

Somethin' 'bout an afternoon spent doin' nothing

Just listenin' to records and watchin' the sun fallin'

Thinkin' of things that don't have to add up to something

And this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys

Scrapin' in the lock

Maybe tonight, it's a movie

Plenty of room for elbows and knees

A bag of popcorn all to myself

Black and white with a strong female lead

And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave

Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten

How strange these streets feel

When you're alone on them

Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion

So I lower my head, make a beeline for home

Seethin' inside

Funny, I never noticed

The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window

Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again

Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you

Especially right now when I need someone to hold me

But there are some things that can never be forgiven

And I just gotta tell you

That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed