Saw the sun come up again.   Last week's papers and a pack of darts   That got me through 'til ten.   The ten fifteen's five minutes late.   I really should just get out more these days.   Next door is coughing up his lungs.   Two A.M. I'm sure she said   She's gonna get herself a gun.   I blacked out from three to five.   You should hear what's going on outside.      As the morning bread goes hard   On the corner shop they're waiting   Just for rush hour to start.   And I'm wondering why his kids are late   I really should just get out more these days.      Days, and each one shows   there's so much I'll never know   If I don't ever get   If I never get home, home.      And old Ryan's still his rust   And Tuesday comes and goes   Like any late night bus.   I could do a lot more with my time   But you should hear what's going on outside.