Waking up late, a gray Sunday mourning   got up on the wrong side, so go back to bed   newspaper says, it’s gonna be raining    at least until Wednesday, but I pay no mind      the wonder of it all   caught up in the everlasting fall   watch the years roll bye   counting shooting starts across the sky   you can wait a whole lifetime to figure out   the best days are the ones we forgot about      I can’t complain, it’s been such a mild winter   flip on the tv, those shows that we love   the sun will go down, on a north tulsa sky line   over and over, like the day before      we know everything must have an end, we can’t pretend    it’s so nice of you to stick around