And I watched the world surround me   From inside a phone booth   And it began to astound me   I tried to keep my couth   I said it must be sunday   'cause ev'rybody's tellin' the truth   And then again it might be monday   Yeah it might be monday   'cause ev'rybody's drinkin' vermouth   She lent her hand   At the kissing stand   But she gave 'em away for free   With an acid joke and a box of smoke   She can barely see   She drives her bus at dusk   With headlights off   And headphones up   And for tomorrow   She has planned a shopping spree   There's a man who loved so hard   He was like a billboard grin   He toasted life and beauty   'til his head began to spin   He pressed his cheek   On rainwashed streets   And he wept into his gin   Reincarnation   And he came back as himself again   December thirty-first   Is the very worst time of the year   You got to think of people   That you like enough   To share your beer   Just when you're having fun   It's january one   And you wait for explanations   To appear