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.
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed

Telephone's ringing, 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 how I hate that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, Jenny how'd ya get it
She says, 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
Anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
Than go through all that shit again
There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
And the spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping 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
Seething inside

Funny, I've never noticed
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me, I forgot to close the blind again
Yeah sure I'll admit there are times that I miss you
'Specially like now when I need someone to hold me
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
And I kind of like this extra few feet in my bed