hiding under covers   pillow over head   he's not coming out of his safe bed   no matter how close I hold him   or sing his praise   there's a big black cloud inside him   and it's had it's way      kevin's heading for another Prozac Day   looking for something that's gonna make the world a nicer place   doesn't feel like talking   no desire to eat   he's too busy boxing with his little joy thief   though, all the clouds swirl above him like a giant monet   when he looks up he can't see them when he thinks in gray      kevin's heading for another Prozac Day   looking for something that's gonna make the world a nicer place      kevin's heading for another Prozac Day   he's so bone tired and stripped inside   his muse has got away (so far away yeah)   skin on skin is the medicine   he'll just have to take now      kevin's heading for another Prozac Day   looking for something that's gonna make the world a nicer place, yeah      kevin's heading for another Prozac Day   looking for something that's gonna make the world a nicer, smoother, kinder, lovelier,   lighter, oh-so-happy-wonderful place   yeah, he's looking for a Prozac Day